Mixed Neighborhood By AmazonFan Mixed couples, mixed wrestling. A potent mixture. "Lloyd, I was wondering if I could borrow your wife." "Say what?" The woman asking to borrow my wife is Tamara Jones. She and her husband Kenny are our new neighbors - the first African Americans to move into our neighborhood. They must have a shitload of money because they bought the house right behind ours, knocked it down, and then built a new one twice as big. We've talked to each other over the fence a few times. Tamara knows that I recently lost my job and that's why I'm home during the day. The fence is about five feet high, so I only really know her face. She is a very pretty woman. She giggled. "I have a little project in mind for her." "What kind of project?" "Well that takes a little explanation. Last Saturday, Kenny was down at Home Depot and I was upstairs." "Yeah." "And, shit this is embarrassing. Lloyd, I don't want you to think that we spy on you or anything, but you realize our upstairs looks down into your pool. And I happened to glance out the window when I saw you and Melanie have that little tussle." "Now I'm the one who's embarrassed." "No. No. Wait. Let me go on. See, you're not the only couple in the world who's ever had a friendly little wrestling match." She grinned mischievously. "What Melanie did to you was amazing. I thought I was a strong girl, but she is in a class by herself. The way she was able to lift you, even throw you? I was holding my breath. And when she got you in that bearhug in the shallow end of the pool? Well, my windows were open and I did hear you say uncle." "Melanie is strong and can be a determined little girl when she wants to." "Were you holding back? You know, letting her win?" "Oh no. If anyone was holding back, it was Melanie. But what does this have to do with borrowing her?" "Okay, well, um, its like Kenny and I like to wrestle too. As I said, I'm not in Melanie's class, but I can hold my own. I win as many times as I lose. But, the problem is that whenever I do win, Kenny says he let me. Now I know that's not true. But he boasts that no woman could ever beat him unless he let her. That's where I need Melanie. Since I know I can beat Kenny now and then, I know she could defeat him hands down. Take away that boast of his and then maybe I could get him to admit that I win legit." "You want Melanie to wrestle Kenny?" "Yeah. And whup his black butt." "What's in it for Melanie?" "Maybe she'd like to teach him a little humility and have some fun in the process. And maybe you would like a chance to see her in action and not have to be on the receiving end." I shook my head. "I don't think she'd go for it." "No harm in asking and think of what fun it could be." "Kenny's a big guy - a lot bigger than me." "I wouldn't ask her to do this if I wasn't absolutely sure that not only she'd win, but she'd do it where he couldn't make excuses. I've seen her in action. I know him. Trust me." "But how does this get set up if she actually says yes?" "Leave that to Melanie and me." That Tuesday night when Melanie came home she was surprised to see a pitcher of margaritas waiting - we hardly drink much on weeknights. After we were well into our third, I started to tell her about Tamara's idea. Melanie didn't say a thing, taking it in all slowly, letting me go through the whole thing without a question or interruption or comment. I finished my pitch. Melanie sat there for a moment. I figured she was going to throw what remained of her margarita in my face. "So she actually watched me taking you apart by the pool?" she asked testily. "Afraid so." I awaited the storm. "Well that's a hoot," she laughed, suddenly breaking from her stone-faced demeanor. She polished off the remainder of her margarita with one gulp. "Sure, I'll do it." "You will?" "Why not? Sounds like Tamara's got a legitimate beef. If he's not man enough to admit to her when he gets beat, then maybe I need to step in and support my wrestling sisters. Besides, you know I love you and you know we have fun wrestling, but you're not exactly a challenge. Maybe I need something bigger for a little variety." Friday night over dinner Melanie announced that it was on for tomorrow. "You're doing it that fast?" "Why not? Tamara and I talked it over on the phone and we had the same ideas - agreed on everything." "Does Kenny know?" "No, Tamara wants it to be a surprise. So do I." "So what's going to happen?" "Since we've never had our new neighbors over and since tomorrow is going to be so nice, we're having them over to the pool for the afternoon. Can't have them thinking we're ignoring them because they're black." A little after 1:00 on Saturday the Joneses arrived. Melanie had told them to come straight back to the pool. I was waiting there. My wife, as usual, was running late getting prepared. Tamara brought flowers. Kenny brought a six- pack of great beer. "What a lovely pool!" Tamara exclaimed. "Thanks" As I stood up to shake hands, I realized I'd been deceived a bit by the fence. They were both taller than I expected. Tamara was 5'10" and Kenny looked 6'2". (I'm 5'8" and Melanie is 5'7") She was wearing a long, flowing caftan; he had on a t-shirt and shorts. I was already in my boxer-style swim trunks. I was telling them to pick out a chair and get comfortable when I heard the patio door slide open. Melanie walked out, wearing a cover-up that was about knee length. She was carrying a tray of food. We all exchanged more greetings. I poured drinks all around (more of my notorious margaritas) and then we all settled down to the ritual get-acquainted chat. We talked about where Tamara and Kenny came from, how long Melanie and I had lived here, what we all did for a living (or in my case what I used to do). Blah blah blah. On it went until we were well into our second round of margaritas (which Melanie had instructed me to make strong). To me, the girls seemed a little tense, but I don't think Kenny was picking up on the vibes. After a few more subjects got exhausted, Tamara asked if we had kids. We said not yet. "That's our attitude too," she said. "We're too young and having too much fun!" Melanie jumped right in after Tamara and turned to Kenny and said, "So what do you like to do for fun?" I smiled to myself. Kenny mentioned golf and fishing and woodworking. Melanie asked Tamara if she was into those things too. She laughed and shook her head no. "So what do you two do for fun together - besides the obvious," Melanie continued, winking at the two of them. "We like music, dancing, nice restaurants, you know," Kenny replied. "You two are too young to fall into that pattern," Melanie chuckled. "We've got to think of new ways for you to have fun. Got any ideas, Lloyd?" I almost spit out my drink. I knew where Melanie was going with all this fun talk, but I had no idea why she suddenly was pulling me into it. I threw up my hands as if to say "no idea". "I think our two husbands are afraid to tell the whole truth," Tamara said. "But I've had two of these margaritas and I'm not afraid to spill the beans. For fun, Kenny and I love, just love, to wrestle." "And Kenny," Melanie jumped in, "Lloyd and I do, too." The look on Kenny's face was priceless. It looked like he thought he should run and jump over the fence. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. I guess he figured the cat was out of the bag, because he just started smiling. "I guess we're all having fun then!" he laughed. The rest of us laughed too. Tamara shifted over to the foot of Kenny's chaise. "You know, hon, Melanie is really good at it. I caught these two going at it when you were at Home Depot and she made it look easy, real easy." Kenny glanced over at me and I could feel myself turning red. "And you know how you say that no woman could really beat you?" Tamara continued. "Well I was thinking maybe you'd like to prove that against Melanie." "I shouldn't go wrestling other women," Kenny replied, looking at both Melanie and me. "How else can you prove your claim?" Melanie challenged. "And if you're worried about Lloyd, he has no problems with me wrestling you." "You in on this whole thing too?" he asked me. "Only on the sidelines and that's where I'd prefer to stay," I replied. "So, Kenny, what do you say? Want to give it a go?" Melanie asked. "Yes, Kenny, please do it. If you can beat her then I'll believe you when you say you let me win," Tamara added. Kenny sat there for a few moments, hands in front of his mouth, his eyes flitting in different directions. Finally, he let out a deep breath. "You sure YOU want to do this?" he asked Melanie. "I have only one stipulation." "What's that?" "You have to agree now that you will not make any excuses if you lose. When I win, you won't go saying you let me win. You'll admit defeat." Kenny looked at me. "Did you hear that? 'When I win?' Your wife sure has attitude." He paused again and then looked at Melanie and Tamara. "Okay girls. You got your wish. Melanie, you got your stipulation. When two women put their heads together to plot something, I'm sure as hell not going to be smart enough to get out of it. So we might as well get it on. Where and when?" Tamara clapped her hands together. "Here and now!" "Rules?" "Same as ours, dear. No cheap or nasty stuff. No blows to the face. Winner by submission." "You girls worked this all out?" They both grinned. "I now see how thoroughly I was set up." Kenny grinned good-naturedly. "If you brought something to swim in, you might want to change. I wouldn't want to see grass stains on those nice clothes," Melanie joked as she sidled over to the side of my chaise. Kenny stood up from his chaise. "Came prepared." He pulled his shirt off to reveal a good build, nice shoulders and arms and chest, maybe a little soft in the belly. I'd place his weight at at least 185. Then he unzipped and removed his cargo shorts. He was wearing a little pair of Speedoes. "Wow he sure is packing," Melanie whispered to me. "Talk about stereotypes." "Ssshhh," I cautioned, a bit surprised that Melanie would say anything about his being obviously well hung. "Come on Melanie, show Kenny what he's up against," Tamara cheered. Melanie stood away from me and pulled the cover-up over her head. Her deeply tanned, incredibly toned 160 pound body was encased in a white halter-top bikini. I might have preferred that she'd chosen one that didn't plunge so much, but it did show off her round firm C's to their best advantage. Kenny nodded. "This one spends a little time working out." "You ain't seen nothing yet, hon," Tamara remarked. "Show him your guns, girl." Without hesitation, Melanie hit a double biceps pose. As often as I've seen it I never cease to marvel at the explosive enlargement in Melanie's upper arms. Her biceps grow big and round and the muscle mass seems unusually long. Kenny blinked, trying to remain cool. "Hers are bigger than yours," Tamara taunted. "That's why she's going to win." Melanie and Kenny moved over to the grass while Tamara sat down on the chaise next to me. She patted my thigh. "This is going to be fun. Are you excited?" I hoped she didn't mean sexually aroused, although I wasn't sure how I was going to react to seeing Melanie in action. The two combatants shook hands and moved a bit apart. Melanie adjusted her halter. They nodded at each other and the match was on. The first five minutes or so it was pretty even, or better said, neither one of them seemed to be finding an advantage. Melanie kept having to adjust her top, which made me pissed she'd worn something that skimpy. There was a lot of circling and feinting, some trips and leg sweeps and rolling around on the grass. But each one was managing to escape the other. By that time, though, they were both shiny with sweat. "Look at the way Kenny's breathing," Tamara whispered, leaning towards me. "Your woman is wearing him down before she really goes to work." As she spoke, they locked up. Melanie bent over. Kenny swarmed over her, trying to use his weight to force her down. Melanie squatted a bit, grabbed hold of him and then straightened up, lifting Kenny completely off the ground. She spun around three times and then tossed him on the lawn. Kenny was only on his hands and knees when she closed in on him. She scissored his head between her concrete thighs and applied the vise. Kenny grunted. Melanie let him try to pry her legs apart, just to make an impression. He started slapping at her thighs, frustrated that his fingers couldn't make a dent in her quads. Melanie bent over him, wrapped her arms around his midsection, and in one fluid motion lifted him, flipping him up onto her shoulder. "WOW! You are strong!" Tamara shouted. "Isn't she STRONG, Kenny?" Kenny, trying to clear his head and deal with the discomfort of being arched over Melanie's shoulder, did not respond. Once again Melanie dumped him to the turf, but she let him down kind of easy. She let him get back to her feet as she once again adjusted her top. "He's not THAT heavy," Melanie remarked to Tamara and me. "Certainly nothing I can't handle." She turned back to Kenny, smiling. They locked up again. Kenny tried to shove Melanie backwards, but couldn't budge her. She responded by thrusting him back a good three feet. "You're going down, my big black lover boy. She's taking over," Tamara scoffed. Kenny, foolishly angered by his wife's heckling, charged at Melanie. She neatly sidestepped him, grabbing his forearm and flipping him over her hip, flat on his back. She planted her foot in his armpit and stretched one of his arms up, twisting his wrist. Extending it to ninety degrees, she yanked him up in one fell swoop, raising him up for a body slam. "Oh, fuck," Tamara muttered. "It's so hot she can lift him like that." Poor Kenny was beginning to look just plain beat, but he gamely got up. Melanie sidestepped behind him and enveloped him in a reverse bear hug, raising him off the ground. Her crushing hold was hurting him, as was evidenced by the pain etched on his face, but, unlike me, he was able to hold out without having to submit. I admired the fact that he could withstand her bear hug. "He'll break soon. Oh, this is so good," Tamara said. Melanie flung him from side to side several times and then tossed him to the grass. "Can you get up?" she asked. Kenny got to one knee and Melanie headlocked him. She rolled him onto his back and pinned him under her as she straddled him. He tried hooking her shoulders with his legs, but she caught him and jackknifed him over. She slid way far forward and bent him hard. Her crotch was right over his face. She must have held him down for a good two minutes. He couldn't move, despite his most concerted efforts. Suddenly she sprang up and jumped to her feet. Tamara stood up too. Kenny had gotten an erection from Melanie's pressing her crotch in his face. Tamara leaned over to me and whispered, "Looks like the big boy woke up." Look, I'm not trying to sound racist or anything, but this guy's speedoes were about to burst. He must have had a big black fucking cock. Melanie shocked me by wading in and shooting a hand between his legs. I swear I saw her hand graze over his bulge cupping him as she lifted him up. WHAM! A body slam worthy of a pro wrestler. His weight was nothing for her to handle. Kenny lay on the ground, not able to get up. Melanie slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his speedoes and pulled. Kenny groaned from the constriction. Melanie continued to yank, pulling him onto his feet. An easy scoop and Melanie had his sorry body in a fireman's carry. She began to twirl, subjecting him to a prolonged airplane spin. She lowered him to his feet. Kenny could barely stand. She was behind him. He couldn't make out what she was doing. She bent over, crossing her back against his. Then she hooked one of his thighs and his collarbone, and she stood straight up, arching his defeated body mercilessly across her broad powerful back and shoulders. "Hot shit! She racked him!" Tamara shouted. "This is it. THIS IS IT!" Tamara was really excited seeing Melanie have Kenny completely incapacitated. My wife clamped down with the full spine breaking force of the cross shoulder back breaker, proudly parading this black stud's broken body around the edge of the deep end of the pool. Kenny's one free arm flailed uselessly in the air. "Okay. OKAY! That's it. I give! I GIVE!!" Kenny yelled. "No excuses?" "No. No. You win. Legit." Melanie pulled even tighter with her overwhelming back breaker. Kenny moaned. "And can you wife beat you legit?" Melanie asked. "Yes. Yes, she can." Melanie hoisted Kenny all the way above her, one hand cradling his neck, the other planted on his butt. "Looks like I'm the champion!" she declared triumphantly, setting him back on his feet. She and Kenny had a good-natured hug. It was pretty clear that he was wasted. "You are, girl! No way I'd ever try to take you on," Tamara affirmed. I have to admit I was a little bit disappointed that the two girls didn't want to wrestle each other. "So let's see," Tamara continued. "Melanie beat Kenny. Kenny and I are now officially tied. You two guys want to see who's the men's champion?" I quickly decided that I didn't want to be humbled by this black stud. "No, that's okay. I'm willing to concede. It's obvious that Kenny has a few pounds on me." "Well it looks like there's only one other match up possible," Tamara announced, directing her gaze at me. "Unless you're going to be a chicken and concede to me, too." Melanie walked to my side and put her arm around my shoulder. "No way he's getting out of this," she asserted. "Oh goody!" Tamara laughed as she began to pull her caftan over her head. She revealed a teeny red bikini. Now I have to admit that I always thought that Melanie's boobs are pretty great, but now that I was seeing Tamara's rack, I knew this black babe was in a class by herself. She was so lusciously full and firm her breasts created a very deep, tight chasm. "If you can pull your eyes off her boobs, you might note that she has pretty good sized arms, " Melanie whispered. "I don't think they're really any bigger than mine, " I answered, trying to defend my 13 inchers. "You nuts? She's bigger than you. Wait till she flexes. Size wise she'll split the difference between you and me. And you'd better keep out of those thighs unless you want to have the match over in a hurry." "What are you two jabbering about?" Tamara asked us. "Lloyd thinks he's as big as you," Melanie replied, pointing to her upper arm. "Your hubby needs to have his eyes examined. Except for my waist, I'd bet I'm bigger everywhere. What'd he weigh in at today?" "One fifty," I replied. "One forty three and a half," Melanie corrected. "Light as a feather." Tamara smirked. "I'm one fifty one." My wife gently nudged me in Tamara's direction. I have to admit it was a bit disconcerting to have to look up at an opponent. Kenny had sat down on the chaise beside Melanie. I was positioning myself to start against Tamara, but out of the corner of my eye I could swear I saw Melanie run her hand over Kenny's groin. "Better focus on me," Tamara cautioned. We circled each other for ten or fifteen seconds and then Tamara sprang at me, wrapping me in a bear hug. My feet were at least half a foot off the grass. "Oh god, this is such a difference. He weighs nothing!" she exclaimed. "I told you!" Melanie added. Tamara pulled tighter and looked up at me. "There's no question who's going to win," she said confidently. "It's just a matter of how long I wait before I make you BEG me to stop." The black Amazon flung me to the grass. As I worked my way back to my feet she kissed her right biceps. "Over before it's begun," Melanie said dismissively. "He can't handle you. Do ANYTHING you want, Tammie." My opponent started bouncing on her toes. I started feeling uneasy knowing my wife had just given Tamara carte blanche. "ANYTHING," she reiterated. Tamara flexed her right arm again. "You actually thought my arms were as little as yours? You're going to have to pay for that." She came right at me. I have to admit I was a bit panic-stricken. I started backing away. She raked her fingernails down my chest and grabbed hold of my suit. I grabbed her wrist. She just grinned and grabbed my wrist with her free hand. "Somebody's going to win here and I think I know who," she said. Tamara tightened her hold and swiftly jerked her hand down, taking my grip on her and my bathing suit down to mid-thigh. "Not a bad package for a scrawny little white boy," she chuckled. "Oh god. Not like this," Melanie moaned. I jerked my head sideways and saw that my wife had thrust her hand inside the stud's shorts. "I had no idea a dick could be this thick." "Takes a little getting used to, but ... well I better get back to wrestling," Tamara proclaimed. She wrapped just one arm around me to lift me up. "When I saw Mel dominate you, I knew I had to have you," she whispered. "I wanted a one-sided match to show off! I knew I might not be as big and strong as she is, but I knew I could take you. Kenny and I may be fairly even now. But having him see me win with no trouble right after Melanie crushed him will psyche him out for the future. I want him intimidated by me, just like you are now, wimp." "Come on, T, show me what you can do," Melanie exalted. "You feel like you weigh a pathetic 20 pounds. Do you know how strong that makes me feel?" Just like Melanie did to Kenny, Tamara pressed me straight up over her head. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah." my wife proclaimed. Tamara tossed me to the grass. I rolled over to my side and saw the copious wet spot on Kenny's speedoes. Melanie licked her index finger. The black Amazon slid beside me, scissoring me between her brawny thighs and pulling my face into her chest in a combination scissors/smother. Her legs were way too much for me. I was tapping out my submission in seconds. But she wasn't done with me. "I told you I'd work you over until I was satisfied and Kenny was scared and we aren't there yet." She squeezed even harder and I bawled out in pain. "I warned you about her big legs," Melanie taunted. Tamara rolled me onto my back, straddling my chest. She flexed her arms over me. "Are mine bigger?" she demanded. "Yes," I had to admit. "Big enough to whip your pussy ass," Melanie said. "Oh, he has no idea what I'm packing," Tamara threatened. I have to admit that Tamara looked really pumped. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me onto my knees. She pressed her thighs around my head and then hoisted me upside down, quickly following her move by piledriving me onto the lawn. As I tried to clear my head, she took me in a reverse headlock, bending me over her thigh. As she held me she turned her attention back to her husband. "In a few months, Kenny, I'll put on ten to fifteen pounds, so I'm as big or bigger than Melanie, and then you will never beat me. What you see me do to Lloyd is what I will be able to do to you, and just as easily." She dragged me up and got me in a bear hug from behind, lifting me off my feet. "Oh fuck. Oh please no." I moaned. While it's irrelevant to measure whether Tamara equals my wife's upper body strength, she possessed more than enough power to incapacitate me. "You're such a light weight. This is so much fun," she sniggered. She leaned back a bit further, taking me further off the grass, and showed off by holding me with just one arm. Her free hand gently encircled my genitals. "Hard to get hard when your ass is getting whipped," she hissed in my ear. "But I can make you get it up. Better than that, you saw Melanie do Kenny with her hand? Well, baby, I can make you shoot your load without even needing to jerk you off." Tamara jerked me up over her shoulder and started an airplane spin that must have gone on for a minute. When she put me back down on my feet I was really woozy. She spun me around to face her and grabbed me in another bear hug. "I feel like fucking supergirl," she boasted. This latest bear hug seemed even more potent than the last and because she'd trapped my arms, I was helpless. Then she pulled a trick not even Melanie knew. She arched my back, causing a searing pain in the base of my spine. Once again I submitted. Once again she ignored my pleas. She began to pulse her squeezes fast and very hard, forcing the air from my lungs and not allowing me to catch my breath. Without warning she jerked my body up higher, squashing my penis right against her breathtaking boobs. "Your weenie kind of gets lost in there, doesn't it?" she teased. "Melanie may have the biggest biceps, but I've got the biggest breasts." Wasted as I was from the bear hugs, the heat from her breasts was intense. I couldn't believe it when I felt a stirring in my cock. "Melanie's little man likes boobs, eh?" she laughed. "This will make it easy." Tamara tossed me flat on my back, exposing my semi-hard dick to the others. "He's such a sucker for big chests," Melanie said conspiratorially, affirming Tamara's assertion. I tried sitting up to begin to get to my feet, but Tamara thrust me back with a foot planted on my chest. "Where do you think you're going?" she snickered as she smoothly slid into a prone position over me. She pressed her pubic bone hard against my solar plexus. Her large hands encircled my wrists without difficulty. I summoned every last ounce of energy, but within fifteen seconds she had my wrists pinned hard to the lawn and I simply couldn't move them. I swear she seemed to be getting stronger the longer we went. "Oh, Lloyd, will you put up a fight, for crying out loud?" Melanie said contemptuously. "He's running on empty," Tamara said. "I've got him worn down to nothing just like you did to Kenny. He doesn't have an ounce of strength left." Tamara thrust her pelvis against me for emphasis. I moaned and pleaded with her to stop. "Well I told you you were going to do that," she smirked. "You actually thought that you had a chance against me because Kenny can beat me now and then. But now you have my beautiful black ass on your chest and these big arms of mine holding you and you are totally pinned. And you're looking up at me and wondering, how can she be so strong?" Her sultry tone was intoxicating. I could feel myself getting much harder. "But you want to be on the grass looking up. You want to be unable to do a thing, don't you Lloyd? You want a strong girl to put you in your place. You want her to be in control." Tamara was methodically pushing her pubic bone against me, not so much to hurt me as to continuously assert the dominance of her position and her power. "Tell me that's what you want." "Yes, I do." "Your cock is throbbing, isn't it?" "Yes." "You don't quite know how you got this aroused, but you are very excited, aren't you?" "How do you do this? Oh fuck yes." "The cock is hard wired to the mind. I get into your head and I can make your cock do anything. Like I'm going to do now. You're going to cum. I'm not going to touch your dick." "How then can you ... " "You're about to find out," she interrupted. "Come on, try to move my arms." I pushed. I just couldn't. "Try to buck me off your chest." I couldn't. "Isn't it amazing that I only weigh seven and a half pounds more than you but it feels like seven and a half tons? I'm too strong for you Lloyd. You are under my control. Now I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Lower the boom." "What?" "What are these two things hanging over your head, baby? The boom. I'm going to press these puppies into your face and your blood pressure is going to go sky high and you are going to ejaculate for all you're worth." "NO!" "Too late babe. I have you totally psyched. The more you fight it, the faster you'll rocket." She paused over my head for a few seconds, very close to my face. It was all for effect. It was all to add to the sexual tension. "Maybe next time I'll take my top off," she purred and lowered the boom. The first sensation was the sheer weight of her breasts. The second was how their full roundness was covering me. There was a combination of panic from being smothered and an intense arousal from having her use her breasts on me this way. "Oh jeez, look at him cum," I heard Melanie shout. I must admit I'd seem to have gone into a trance. Afterwards Melanie said it hadn't taken but 20 seconds, but whatever it was, it was profoundly forceful. I felt a deep heaving draining feeling in my testicles, as if every drop of semen had been pulled out. Tamara pulled her prodigious pair off me. "Shit that was quick, even for me," she laughed. She slapped me a couple of times with her boobs and then stood up over me, once again hitting a double biceps pose. "Can I practice on Lloyd while I'm working up to your weight?" she asked Melanie. "Can I have a nude, anything goes match with the stud?" Melanie replied. "Sure, hon. You and I rule the roosts." Mel and Tamara slapped high fives and then polished off the last of the margaritas. Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.