Wrestle Mania, Where I Lose

WrestleMania Where I lose

Tracy is a bitch. I hate her guts. I call her 'Trashy Tracy' to her face. She had been my boyfriend's girl before he hooked up with me. He had been fucking her. She took his cherry before I could get it. She still had the hots for him and didn't like me at all. I'm Abbie.

Tracy and I had known each other since freshman year. We lived in the same dorm and didn't get along even then. She has an arrogant attitude about her like her shit doesn't stink. We socialized with different groups and there was rivalry there. Girls can be really nasty, sometimes. My roommate Angie and I would talk until the wee hours and one of our favorite topics was Tracy and her friends.

Tracy is very attractive. I guess that's one of the things that irritates me about her. She has a nice figure with a thin waist. I have to admit she's very pretty. I can see where guys would want to fuck her. I'm not as tall as she is, but I have nicer boobs. It seems she dresses to show as much skin as she can. I admit I do that too sometimes. I like it when I catch guys checking out my ass or looking up my skirt. I like to flirt, but Tracy is better at it than I am.

Tracy dated Brian for two years but then they had a fight and broke up. He asked me out and the rest was history, as they say. I loved him, but was jealous that Trashy Tracy had him first. She taunted me about it, saying she had broken him in and that she taught him all the things he did in bed. She mentioned a few of his routines, like getting me bottomless when we got to his apartment and how he likes to suck on my nipples. She asked if he had fucked me on the football field like had had done her. He had. It pissed me off to hear her say things like she knows him better than me.

So, all this background led to that very embarrassing night where I got into a fight with her in a bar.

Tracy and I were on the women's field hockey team. I liked to smash into her when we scrimmaged and the coaches tried to keep us apart. Well, we had won a match. It was only our second win of the season and the team gathered at a local bar to celebrate (we celebrated after losses too). Tracy and I and most of our friends were not over twenty-one but the bar didn't card girls. The owners of the bar were only too happy to have young women in their place and didn't care how old we were. My friend Angie was there with me while Tracy was with four of her friends. Brian had a late class and was going to join us a bit later.

We were all drinking and some of the girls were nuzzling with some guys. The bar had a series of booths against the wall, a small dance floor and an area with a pool table off to the side by the restroom. Our skirmish took place between the pool table and the dance floor.

It started when Tracy and her friends noticed me there and one of them made a comment. They called me 'Easy Abbie'. I had dated a guy sophomore year; he screwed me then bragged about it. It had wrecked my reputation.

I had been amazed when Brian was interested in me. He was a really nice guy. I figured he'd want to get in my pants right away when we dated, but he didn't. He treated me respectfully and we took things slowly. It took a month until we were doing it. We'd been together for over a year.

Tracy resented me. I didn't think she was interested in Brian anymore, but she didn't like the idea that he dumped her and then went with me. She would tell me that he only liked me because I put out for him like I did for all the boys. Easy Abbie! There was a lot of that and I did my share of taunting her. I told her he 'traded up' for me, which really pissed her off. I mentioned that I had bigger tits. It went on and on between us.

Well, I came back from the rest room and passed the booth where Tracy and her friends were sitting. One of the girls said, "Skank." When I walked by.

I turned and said, "Fuck you, bitch." I've learned some new expressions in college.

Then Tracy's other friend said, "Where's Brian, off with another whore? Who are you going to get picked by tonight."

Another girl said, "I heard she likes it in the ass."

Then Tracy said, "Her pussy is so loose from all the cocks that have been in there."

I'd had a few drinks and was really pissed at their comments.

I said to Tracy, "Shut up, Trashy Tracy." I sniffed with my nose and added, "I can smell your dirty cunt from here." More refined language I'd picked up in college.

She stepped out of the booth. She was a little bigger than me. She'd been drinking too and got in my space a little. I pushed her, which started things. She pushed back and I tried to slap her, but she blocked it with her hand.

She took a glass of beer and dumped it over my head. It poured down my back and on the front of my shirt. I was wearing a pull-over top with the school logo on it and my number and name on the back from the field hockey team. It was made of thin material and my boobs were outlined nicely on the wet shirt. My nipples were probably poking through. Tracy was wearing gym shorts and a crop top that exposed her tight little belly with her navel sexily peeking out from the shorts. With her tiny tits, she didn't need a bra.

Tracy laughed at me, tauntingly, which further provoked me. I punched her in the stomach. It wasn't a hard blow. I hit like a girl. I pulled on the top of her shirt, exposing the top of her little breast including her nipple. She got angrier and called me some names.

We began to wrestle with our arms. Then she grabbed my hair. I have long brown hair and it was easy for her to get it. She pulled it around, moving me from side to side. It hurt. She had her hair in pigtails, so I reached for one of them, but I was off balance and we fell to the floor with her on top of me.

We grappled and were sitting on the floor. She had her arms around me from behind.

I saw my friend Angie come over to try to break up the fight and a few guys approached too. Tracy's friends held them off, saying Tracy and I 'had to get it out of our system' and 'we wouldn't hurt each other.' Someone yelled 'cat fight'.

I was trying to grab Tracy's arms and didn't realize what she was doing. She got the hem of my shirt and began to pull it up, catching my bra on the way up. She pulled my shirt and bra up in the front and exposed my breasts. That set off cheers in the bar and drew a larger audience. I struggled as she managed to get my shirt up to my shoulders. She was pulling it over my head, stripping me. I was off balance and couldn't get any traction or leverage to resist her. I was both angry and embarrassed that my tits were being exposed to all those people. I have nice tits, so I'm sure the guys were enjoying the show.

Then suddenly, Tracy stood up, pulling my shirt and bra with her. My clothing was over my head and part-way off my arms. With her standing and pulling, she was stronger than me. I was losing the battle and soon was holding my shirt with just one hand.

Then, she moved quickly again. I remembered her telling us her brothers at home were wrestlers and they had taught her some moves.

She pushed me onto my back and grabbed the waist band of the shorts I was wearing. They were athletic shorts that didn't amount to much. She took my panties with them. I was on the floor, she was standing. She was pulling my shorts and panties off and my feet were off the ground. I couldn't do much beyond grabbing my shorts and hanging on. My ass and pussy were now exposed. I abandoned my top in the process. I was on the floor, exposed from my knees up, trying to prevent being stripped in front of a crowd. It was a futile effort. My shoes came off with my shorts and panties. Tracy threw my clothes to her friends.

I was stunned. I was now naked with a twenty or so people watching. I tried to cover myself by putting my hand and arm over my breasts and a hand in my crotch. Tracy completed stripping me when she pulled the two little socks off my feet.

I didn't know what to do. I stood and lunged at Tracy. She quickly took me from behind and pulled my arms over my head in some sort of hold. As a result, I was giving the bar a full-frontal view. My titties and my pussy were there for all to see. I don't shave my pussy, so my dark furry bush was the focus of attention.

I began to cry and the crowd began to cheer, a bunch of drunks. My friend Angie had been pulled down and three girls were trying to strip her too. They had her shorts off but her little panties remained. I was surprised that no one had stopped us, but I guess we were putting on too good of a show.

Tracy made a mistake of thinking she had won and turned away to watch them stripping Angie. I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down her legs before she could react. She grabbed her panties, but I had her shorts. Then, I got her crop-top shirt and pulled it up, dragging her so she fell down. She was struggling, but her little tits popped out. They were smaller than mine and were there for all to see.

Now, she was in just her panties and shoes and we squared off. She dove for my legs and quickly had me on the floor face down. I couldn't do much, so I reached back and pulled on her panties. Something ripped.

She put me in a chicken-wing hold and snaked her legs between mine. She was doing a wrestling move and rolled us over. I was on top of her, but she had control. She had her legs inside mine and pulled my legs apart. My pussy was exposed to the entire crowd. Camera phones flashed. They were taking photos of Easy Abbie's pussy. My slit was pulled apart showing my pink lips and my clit, covered by my dark pubic hair. My arms were constrained and I couldn't move while she held me open. It was the kind of gross view of my anatomy like what you'd see in Hustler or a porn flick.

She said to me, "Let's show your cunt to everyone in the bar."

It was strange, but I realized my pussy was reacting by getting wet. Was I perversely enjoying this? Did I like being put on display? I could feel the wetness in my pussy knew the crowd could see my glistening folds.

My attention was refocused when some asshole moved over to us and put a sausage from his sandwich into my vagina. He swirled it around in there, then pulled it out and took a bite to raucous cheers. Another asshole put a couple French fries in my cunt and ate them. Then, the first asshole poured more beer on my crotch. Some of the cold liquid poured into my vagina. I was so humiliated and still couldn't get away.

I began to cry as the bartender finally moved in to break us up. He pulled Tracy off of me. I turned to go after her again, but the bartender held us apart. I was too exhausted and too defeated to fight any more. I was crying, fuming, as angry as I can get, but I realized that everyone in the bar was cheering. They'd watch Tracy strip me completely naked and soak me with beer. Some was pouring out of my pussy. I was breathing heavily; my tits were moving up and down with each breath. My nipples were very hard. It was quite a show and they all had photos.

Then, my savior, my boyfriend Brian arrived. He stepped forward. He hugged me, naked and crying.

I looked to my side and saw that they had stripped Angie too. She was huddled up in a booth, hiding her nudity. I saw someone throw her panties up onto an overhead light. My panties and some photos would end up on the bulletin board beside the pool table.

The crowd was cheering. One of the guys pulled Tracy and I together and raised her arm in victory. The dumb bitch paraded around with her arms raised like she was a champion. Her tits were not as nice as mine. She was wearing just her panties; I had torn them so her one ass cheek and her crack were bare.

The guys in the bar began to chant for us to pose. I was drunk and went with it. I stood beside my rival Tracy, in just her torn panties, me nude, our arms around each other's shoulders, acting like friends. I was so confused and flustered I did what they asked, showing everyone all I had. Then Angie joined us, reluctantly at first. She was still topless. She put her arm around me and her tits popped out for numerous photos with six tits and my one pussy.

I looked for my clothes, but they were gone, except for my shirt; someone had thrown it up onto a fire sprinkler head and it stayed there. It had my name and number on it, so everyone who knew me would know it was mine, a memento from our wrestling match. My bra and athletic shorts had disappeared. Angie had found most of her clothes, except for her panties.

Tracy dressed and wanted to shake hands, saying no hard feelings. I shook her hand, but didn't mean it.

Brian gave me his shirt and took me out of there to a standing ovation. I was so embarrassed, but the whole event had made me horny, so we hustled to his apartment in his car.

We were barely in the door of his apartment when we were all over each other. He was really aroused. It had turned-him-on to see his girlfriend stripped naked before a crowd. I grabbed his hard dick, amazed that seeing me stripped had excited him so much.

As I began to suck his cock, I asked him, "Did you see me naked in front of all those people?"

I realized that I had been aroused too. I had enjoyed the risk of being seen partially naked prior to that, but it was my first real experience with exhibitionism. I knew that I had liked it in a weird sort of way.

Brian said, "When that guy put his sausage in your cunt, I thought the place was going to erupt, it was so wild."

I realized that my boyfriend had been watching for a while and allowed his ex-girlfriend to humiliate me. That confused me even more.

Brian spread my legs on the bed like I had been splayed on the barroom floor and he mounted me, sliding his cock into me. It felt good after all I had been through and I thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked by my boyfriend. I felt safe with him. I dozed off after we were done, exhausted and still a little tipsy.

When I was awakened, the room was very dark. I realized that someone was between my legs, pushing my knees apart. Then, whoever it was began to fool with my pussy. In my semi-conscious state, it felt really good. Someone's soft lips touched my pussy and then a tongue darted over my clit. I presumed it was Brian, but he had never gone down on me and the lips were softer than his. It was a woman, but who? She was eating my pussy. I didn't care, I just let whoever it was have their way with me. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I'd read about it, but this was my first actual experience with getting my pussy eaten. It was fantastic. I touched the soft hair of my unknown friend. I could only see her shadow; her face was buried between my legs. She was licking me in very sensitive places. She knew just where to touch me. I felt her fingers probe inside me. I began to come. For some reason, I remembered having my pussy splayed open in the bar while reaching an orgasm. She finished eating me and I laid there.

I asked, "Who are you?" but received no answer.

Then, whoever it was, moved around and straddled my head. Her soft thighs were touching my face and then I realized there was pussy over my face. Whoever had done me, wanted me to return the favor. I'd never done anything like this. My roommate Angie and I had explored and put our fingers in each other, but hadn't done this. The pussy lowered down onto my face and I licked it, tasting pussy for the first time. I flicked my tongue around and found the good spots. I was chewing on her clit with my lips. I could smell the intense scent of her cunt and her perfume. It was familiar.

While I was focusing on the pussy in my face, my legs were lifted apart by someone else on the bed with us. A cock slid into me. I recognized it as Brian's. He slid his meat into me slowly, feeding it into my horny vagina like he was replicating the sausage from the bar. I remembered with embarrassment and arousal. I needed him to fuck me.

Then I heard her voice. The woman sitting on my face was Tracy, Trashy Tracy. She and Brian were talking. We were in a threesome and they were talking about other things they could do.

Tracy laughed and said, "I like sitting on her face. I hope she doesn't bite me."

I did run my teeth over her clit which she seemed to like, so I did it again. I wasn't thinking about it being Tracy, I just liked eating the pussy and liked the cock inside me. Why mess with a good thing, right? I was nearing another orgasm.

Brian was pumping his dick in me and said, "She has a nice cunt."

I heard Tracy ask, "Is it tighter than mine?"

Brian said, "No. She's pretty loose."

Tracy says, "She's been fucked before."

He said, "I know."

I managed to say, "But I have nicer tits."

I rubbed my teeth on her very sensitive flesh. I knew I could hurt her, but knew it wouldn't be right to hurt her there.

Tracy laughed and said, "You be nice to my cunt or I'll smother you with it." She acted like we were good friends.

Tracy was moving faster; her orgasm was approaching. I wanted to get her off. It was sort of a competitive thing. I wanted to show that I could eat pussy as well as she could. When she came, her juices poured onto my face. She had gotten herself off, fucking my face, the culmination of an eventful day. I was wet with her come.

Then Brian came inside me. He hadn't been wearing a rubber like he usually did. Before that, he had been extra careful even though I was on the pill.

Tracy noticed and said, "You should wear a condom with her. You don't know who's been in her cunt."

I put my teeth one of her labia put she scooted away before I could really bite her.

She said, "Come on Abbie, we're just kidding."

I thought she had a weird sense of humor. She had stripped me in a bar and now had fucked my face. Very funny, although I particularly enjoyed her eating me.

I slowly got dressed in Brian's sweatshirt and pants. I was feeling like the third wheel, but Brian tried to make up with me. I went back to my room, confused.

Well, Brian was two-timing me. He had gotten back with Tracy and was seeing her on nights when I wasn't there. He'd fuck me one night and her the next. She knew it, but I didn't, which pleased her to no end. She had been jealous of me until he talked her into the possibility of having a threesome with me. It was weird that she hated me, but wanted to fuck me.

I was angry, but still confused by all that had happened. I cried with my roommate Angie. She tried to tell me it was no big deal. She told me she had been naked at a frat party and it was just 'part of the college experience' and that she broke up with one boyfriend and found a better one. While all that was happening seemed like a big deal, I realized that after I graduated and moved somewhere else, my embarrassment wouldn't be general knowledge.

I wanted to dump Brian, but I also didn't want to. I still thought I loved him and rationalized that he was screwing Tracy for fun while he was serious about me.

My reputation had already been ruined after the Easy Abbie thing and then the photos of me naked with my cunt spread open were making the rounds. Some ended up on the internet. Our coach heard about it and made Tracy and I shake hands and say it was over between us.

Still, she bragged to her friends about sitting on my face while she watched Brian screw my 'loose cunt'. I've moved on, trying to nurse my humiliated ego. Having Brian still want me helped. I fucked him a few more times but never agreed to another threesome with Tracy.

I asked him, "Aren't you afraid that I'll bite her cunt off."

He said, "You wouldn't do that."

I said, "If she pisses me off enough, I might."

We didn't talk about threesomes any more after that. I knew he was fucking her when I wasn't there and we developed a schedule so Tracy and I didn't meet.

I still wake up some nights after dreaming about different variations of the bar experience, where I'm stripped in public. I've read some psychology articles and find that the feelings I'm having are not abnormal. At other times, I kinda wish I had taken a bite out of that bitch's cunt.

I graduate next month and intend to move far away from this place and start over. Maybe someday I'll tell my husband about my wrestling match. I have to find him first. I dumped Brian. He can have Trashy Tracy, even if her cunt is tighter. I have nicer tits.