Amy knows her jazz, but even more important, she knows how to satisfy five men at once — creating beautiful music without any instruments at all.

For me, one of the best things about moving to New York City from Washington state is the great music clubs. As a jazz lover, I couldn’t be happier. I used to go to clubs in Seattle fairly often, but there are so many more opportunities here. I could go to clubs and sip scotch and listen to amazing musicians every night of the week — if I had the cash and the time.

A year or so ago, I went solo to a show in a Greenwich Village jazz club and wound up sitting at a table with Amy — a sexy, freckled, strawberry blonde with a sweet smile and the kind of body that really turns me on — soft and curvaceous, yet also nicely toned. Amy is a healthy and wholesome-looking twenty-seven-year-old, but she has a little mischief and a lot of intelligence in her electric-blue eyes. I discovered that night that she also knows more about jazz than almost anyone I’ve ever met. She can tell you about musicians from Jelly Roll Morton to Stan Getz to some unheard-of vibraphone player who just signed with a minor label somewhere in Chicago. All that, and she has a set of the most boner-inspiring breasts I’ve ever tried not to stare at.

That first night we talked enthusiastically between sets, and after the show, we went across the street to a coffee shop to talk more music. I was definitely interested in the possibility of getting to know Amy better, but at some point in the conversation, she mentioned that she had a boyfriend, which was a disappointment.

No matter, because that night was the start of a great friendship. We began going to hear music together, and the boyfriend, an accountant named Carl, didn’t seem to mind. He was a rock-’n’-roll kind of guy, and he didn’t really enjoy listening to jazz. I met him a couple of times, and he was friendly enough; he apparently saw me as no sort of threat at all. I guess he figured I was an asexual nerd whom Amy had no possible interest in. Or maybe he thought I was gay. In any event, he didn’t protest when I escorted Amy to jazz clubs throughout Manhattan, two or three times a month.

Then, early this year, Amy told me that she and Carl were taking a break from each other. She hoped they could patch things up eventually, but they didn’t seem to be going the way she desired. “When we try again later, I hope we’ll be a better team,” she said. Of course, I hoped she’d never see the fucker again, but I didn’t tell her that.

Several weeks ago, I heard that a Seattle-based quartet I was familiar with was going to be making its New York debut. This group was just starting to make waves in the West Coast jazz scene when I left four years ago. I had met their keyboardist, Zeb, a few times and even had drinks with him and Jimmy, the band’s drummer, one night after I heard them play a late set at a local club.

When I learned that the band was soon coming east for some dates, I immediately called Amy with the news. She had downloaded their first album, and said that Zeb’s keyboard work was some of the most impressive playing she’d ever heard. I agreed. Zeb’s bandmates are first-rate, but he’s a big part of the group’s appeal. He’s a virtuoso musician, and he also has strong, dark looks and wavy hair that would make women want to see his shows, even if he played elevator music. Amy and I made plans to go to the show, and I mentioned that I’d contact Zeb and find out if he wanted to hang out for a while after the opening-night gig.

Zeb was pleased to hear from me, which surprised me in a way. I half-expected him to say, “Donald who?” But he said the band was pumped up about the New York engagement and that they would be happy to invite Amy and me to a party after the last set of the evening.

The big Friday night came around, and Amy and I decided to go to both shows — at 7:00 and 9:30 p.m. We met at the club and took seats near the stage. We were among the first to arrive. Amy looked really hot that night. She wore a black cocktail dress with a low neckline that showed off her amazing breasts. Her gorgeous legs and shapely ass were making me feel hopelessly horny. And I wasn’t the only one. Whenever I was out with Amy, I noticed a lot of men stared at her. But that night it seemed that every man stared, and some of the women, too.

Before the first set, Zeb came over to our table to say hello. He gave me a bear hug as though I were a long-lost family member, and I introduced him to Amy.

“So, you’re the beautiful girl who knows the entire history of jazz,” he said.

“You two have been talking about me, I see,” Amy said.

Zeb was trying, not very successfully, to tie his tie while he stood talking to us. “Donald told me you’re a walking search engine,” he said. “He also told me you were drop-dead gorgeous. I can already tell he’s right on one account!”Amy glanced over at me with a slightly puzzled look. I felt myself blush.

Zeb said that he and the band were going to hang out in his hotel room after the show for some drinks, and he invited us to join them. We said that sounded like a great idea.

He went back to his dressing room, and we sipped our drinks, quiet for a moment. “Nice guy,” Amy said. “Even better looking in person than on those Internet clips,” she added.

“His hair is longer now than it was back in Seattle,” I said. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at with her conversation about Zeb’s looks.

There was an unusually long silence, which Amy finally broke. “Did you really tell him I was drop-dead gorgeous?” she asked. I muttered something that must have been incomprehensible. I blushed again. Amy smiled a big, devilish smile as I squirmed.

The band’s first set was excellent. Zeb and his band sounded better than ever. The house, though not packed, was quite full. Amy leaned over to me at one point and whispered, “They’re terrific.”

They were. And they were even better during the second set. Most of the improvement came from Zeb’s bandmates. For one thing, he had a new guitarist — a tall, well-built black guy named Powell, who could play with delicacy or with fire, depending on what a song required. And Jimmy, the band’s drummer, had matured as a performer. He’s a twenty-three-year-old, smoothed-faced kid who never quite lost his baby fat; he’s such a friendly, goofy guy that you can’t help but like him, though he’s not quite Buddy Rich caliber yet. The bass player, nicknamed Thumps, is a quiet, almost aloof, intellectual kind of guy, tall and skinny, with glasses and a scraggly beard. If this were the 1950s, people would label him a beatnik. He’s an accomplished musician, but a bit idiosyncratic. He’s always been the strongest player in the group, next to Zeb.

After the show, we met the guys back in the green room, and it surprised me that Zeb flirted openly with Amy. I noticed his hand lingering at her waist, and I thought he even might have touched her ass for a second. She didn’t seem to mind. The guys still had to do some business at the club, so Amy and I left and went to have a drink at the bar of the hotel where the guys were staying. Zeb agreed to call us when he and the boys returned.

When we arrived at Zeb’s suite, the guys were already knocking back shots and unwinding. Zeb still wore his tuxedo pants but had stripped down to his t-shirt. He poured us each a scotch, and we began talking about how the evening had gone. Zeb flopped on the king-size bed. Powell and Thumps were perched at the foot of the mattress, while I sat in a chair at the nearby desk. Amy reclined in a big armchair on the opposite side of the room and nursed her drink. She was getting a good buzz. As for young Jimmy, he was so excited about how well the evening had gone that he couldn’t seem to sit still anywhere; he moved about, refreshing people’s drinks.

After about a half hour, I noticed a turn in the conversation. Amy was becoming more and more overt in her flirtation with Zeb — and with the other guys, too. And they were becoming bolder with her, as well.

“Amy, darlin’, don’t be shy. Come over here and unwind,” said Zeb, patting the mattress.

“You think I’m going to fall for that?” she said with a tipsy giggle.

“I think you might,” said Zeb.

“And I think you would be right.” She looked across the room at me, and smiled. “Donald, are you okay with this?”

I didn’t quite know what to say. “Uh, sure. I guess so.”

“Because I don’t want to freak you out. It’s just that … when I’m around guys this talented, I can’t help myself.”

I found myself very turned on, though it wasn’t exactly flattering that Amy would want to fuck all the guys in the band but leave me high and dry.

“Don’t mind me,” I said. My dick — which had been slightly chubbed out since we arrived in the room — had in the last few seconds become boned to the hilt.Amy moved over to the bed. Zeb pulled her down on top of him. I couldn’t believe this was happening right in front of me, but they began kissing frantically. His hands reached for her dress and pulled it up, exposing her lacy black panties. Her asscheeks were jiggly and inviting. Zeb played with them with both hands as he continued to stick his tongue down her throat. He reached to find her pussy with his fingers. The other guys now moved closer to the action on the bed. I remained frozen in my chair.Amy moaned as Zeb pulled aside the black lace and exposed the soft folds of her sweet, wet slit.

“Guys, don’t be shy,” Amy said, taking her mouth away from Zeb’s for five seconds. “This isn’t just about Zeb and me.”

Thumps, who had been staring at what Zeb was doing with Amy’s cunt lips, groaned with lust. “Fucking unbelievable,” he said, in his usual succinct way. Aggressively, he pulled Amy’s panties down to her ankles and thrust his bearded face between her legs.

“Yes, that’s what I like. Suck my clit. Please suck my clit.”

And Thumps complied. I couldn’t get a good view of what he was doing, but he was making all sorts of smacking noises with his lips as he pressed his face against her sex. Powell and Jimmy were now on the bed, too, working to remove Amy’s dress. Once it was off, Thumps came up for air, long enough to assist in unfastening her black bra. I sat up on the edge of my chair and saw Amy’s naked breasts for the first time. They were buoyant and full in the soft light of the room, with large areolas and erect nipples. Powell and Jimmy wasted no time, diving into the action and putting their mouths on Amy’s breasts. Meanwhile, she continued to kiss Zeb while Thumps ate her out. Then Thumps’ tongue darted in and out of her asshole. After that, he began finger-fucking her pussy.

Jimmy was laughing nervously as he sucked Amy’s tit. Soon, he and Powell were nibbling and tonguing her nipples in a simultaneous rhythm. As musicians who knew one another’s timing, all four guys were jamming on her body now, increasing the tempo with their hands and mouths — then slowing down to a steady, teasing pace.

“He thrust his cock in her face feverishly, going balls-deep.”

Being pleasured by four men drove Amy crazy. Her moans nearly became screams. “Oh, for the love of fuck!” she cried when she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Take off your fucking clothes!”

The guys didn’t have to be asked twice. They got off the bed and began rapidly stripping, tossing their clothes in piles. I believe they must have teamed up to gang-bang women a few times before this. Amy watched them and practically drooled. Then she looked at me.

“Donald, you, too,” she said.

“Really?”

“Of course!” she said. “I want you, too.”

It was a hard invitation to turn down, especially since my rod was throbbing and dripping pre-come in my shorts. I began unbuttoning my shirt, but I hesitated. I was not part of Amy’s fantasy. She wanted the guys in the band, not me. I wanted to fuck her. But I didn’t want a perfunctory screw, a sympathy fuck.

“Maybe in a little while.”

“You’ll get to him in a minute,” said Powell. “Meanwhile… ”He positioned her so she sat on the edge of the bed. He thrust his big uncircumcised erection toward her face. That purple-black dick of his was perfectly rigid. Amy began licking it up and down. I don’t know exactly how big Powell’s erect cock was but it looked to be well over eight inches. It twitched and throbbed as Amy ran her tongue down toward his big shaved balls and then back up toward his exposed glans. Amy puckered her lips and put them around the head of Powell’s penis, teasing it with her tongue.

“I need a crack at that mouth, too, buddy-boy,” Zeb told Powell, and all the guys laughed.

Powell stepped away and stroked his erection as Zeb aimed his hard penis toward Amy’s mouth. His tool was not as big as Powell’s, but it was just as stiff. Zeb has always spent plenty of time in the gym, and his body is quite toned. Amy reached around to grab him by his butt cheeks and pulled his groin toward her face. Instead of teasing Zeb’s prick as she’d done with Powell’s, she immediately swallowed it and began deep-throating him. He thrust his cock in her face feverishly, going balls-deep. He slowed the movement of his hips after a minute, but she kept his erection stuffed deep in her throat. Zeb moaned, and I realized that she still had her hands at his ass and that she had begun teasing his hole with a finger.

Thumps had his turn at Amy’s mouth next. He had a thinner dick than Zeb or Powell. And while the other guys were shaved below, he had a tight little ball sac covered with salt-and-pepper hair. His pecker was very hard and it trickled pre-come, which Amy lapped up shamelessly. Thumps closed his eyes as though he were concentrating while playing a difficult passage of music.

“Uh, guys?”

It was Jimmy, wanting his turn. Everyone laughed and then allowed him to have his solo spot with Amy’s mouth. He let out a moan as her warm mouth engulfed his hard-on.

“Play with my asshole, too, please,” he begged in a plaintive voice. Everybody laughed again. He was such an eager horndog. When Amy reached around and began tickling his anus with her finger while she sucked him off, Jimmy went wild.

“Suck it. Goddamn it. And really stick your finger into that hole. That feels so incredible!”

Amy did as she was asked. I thought Jimmy would blow his load in Amy’s mouth right away if he didn’t calm down. He pulled his dick away from her face and pushed her back onto the bed. As she lay back, Jimmy went for her pussy with his mouth. The other guys stroked themselves and played with her tits.

Amy began moaning softly and steadily, before uttering, “Donald, come on, Donald. Please, Donald.”

“She wants you, man,” Zeb said. “You want Donald to lick your pussy, Amy?”

“No,” she said in a firm voice. “I want him to stick his cock in my cunt.”

“Being pleasured by four men drove Amy crazy. Her moans nearly became screams.”

I couldn’t believe what a nasty mouth she had. All the other guys had their eyes on me. Together, they moved away from Amy as she displayed her naked, aroused body as if for my eyes alone.

Maybe I should have felt shy about taking her in front of everyone. But my penis was setting the agenda now, not my modesty. Jimmy thoughtfully placed a pillow beneath her head to make her more comfortable as I stripped down.

“Don … ” said Zeb.

“Huh.”

“Wrap it up, dude.” He tossed me a condom.

My erection jutted out for everyone to see. It felt harder and more powerful than ever, standing proud as I slipped the condom on and took my place for a missionary-style fuck. I touched Amy’s sweet pussy and its soft bit of ginger fringe. Then as I positioned myself above her, I looked in her eyes. They were wild with desire. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. I knew her mouth had just been pleasuring four dicks, but I didn’t care.

“I never imagined it quite like this,” I said.

“Me, either. But you better fucking go for it.”

I plunged my hard penis deep into Amy’s wet, waiting pussy. Never before in fucking a woman had I ever felt such a perfect fit. We began to screw, smoothly and gently, to the melody our joining bodies made and the sound of the four musicians whacking off as they watched us fuck. But soon Amy and I were moaning together.

“Everybody else can come on my face,” said Amy. “Donald, you come in my pussy.”

As Amy and I neared orgasm, the guys moved closer to us, crowding in and aiming their rods toward Amy’s face. Then the ejaculations began.

Powell came first. He groaned with pleasure as he shot big strands of thick white come on Amy’s forehead and into her hair. Thumps was next. His ejaculation arced out in a big volley, most of it actually landing on the pillow. Then it was Jimmy’s turn. He was fingering his own asshole with his left hand as he stroked his dick with his right. He sure enjoyed having a finger up his butt! He squirted his cream onto Amy’s neck, which ran down onto her breasts.

When Zeb climaxed, his load jetted into Amy’s mouth and across her chin. He fell back, spent, on the bed. Looking like a hungry kitten, she licked her lips clean.

The next one to come was Amy herself. I could feel her body trembling and then tensing beneath me as I thrust harder into her. I pushed my upper body down against her breasts now and felt Jimmy’s still-warm, slick cream on my chest as she and I reached near-simultaneous orgasms. I felt her first spasms, and they set me off immediately. I came like never before as her whole body quaked.

I could write a whole volume about what happened during the rest of the night and into the morning hours. And Amy and I have had a lot of fun in bed since that night — sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with other willing players, both male and female.

Suffice it to say, that night changed everything. While I don’t imagine wedding bells are likely to ring anytime soon, who knows? We are enjoying our unwedded bliss thoroughly, so why mess around with a good thing? But if Amy and I ever do decide to tie the knot, you can imagine whom we’d call upon to play at the reception — and maybe at the honeymoon suite, as well.

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