Title: The Scent of My Soles

Author: Marie B.

She was too big for me.

Gina and I were wrestling, a match that had started out as friendly/semi-competitive. As we progressed, things were starting to get not-so-friendly and VERY competitive, and my problem was that she was too big for me.

At 5'6 and 120 pounds, Gina was considered slim and trim. But I am barely 5 feet tall and weigh only 90 pounds. I am a 19 year old college gymnast and in great aerobic shape, but now found myself flat on my back with Gina sitting on my chest because she had overpowered me with her size and strength.

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I should explain: when we girls get together, one of the things we occasionally do is wrestle. It's great exercise, it's fun, and it's damn sexy. I love the feel of another girl's body straining against mine as we struggle for supremacy. On the one hand, it's not a catfight; there is no punching, biting or kicking and no one wants to hurt anyone else. On the other hand, though, things sometimes get nasty because the goal isn't to win by pinfall or submission; a girl can win only by facesitting and/or smothering her opponent. In other words, by totally dominating the other girl. Those were the rules we set up for our contests, and, in the heat of competition, tempers flared and things often got rough.

Admittedly, many matches wind up not having a clear winner because neither girl is able to completely sublimate her opponent before they both get too tired to go on. But when you are able to get the facesit…. there is no feeling like it. I have won only a few times, but to have total control over another girl struggling under you while everyone else is watching is the greatest feeling in the world.

So here we were. Gina and I locked up and were rolling around the rug. We were both wearing gymnastic leotards and were barefoot. Neither of really knew much about the science of wrestling, but it's surprising how much you learn about leverage and technique after you have a couple of matches. Mostly, Gina was overpowering me with her superior size, and I kept escaping with my quickness. I thought she was being a little rougher than necessary, so I tried getting a little nasty, too.

But she was gaining the advantage because she was too strong for me. Gina got me down and forced me on my back and was moving her body higher up on mine, until she was sitting on my chest with her feet on either side of my head. As I struggled to throw her off, I looked at her pretty face and saw a cruel smile appear as she decided on her next move. Sneering at me a little, Gina lifted her bare feet and planted them squarely on my face. She rubbed them back and forth over my mouth, nose, eyes and forehead, all the time taunting me.

“I know you like bare feet, Marie! How do you like mine, huh?”

It was true. I have a hardcore fetish for female feet and what Gina was doing was devastating me. I wanted to throw her off and it should have been easy to do with the precarious way she was sitting on me, but with the animal passion I was feeling from the touch of her feet on my face, I couldn't move her.

I thought I was finished. I was ready to submit the match to her.

Then I heard the other girls in the room. They were laughing and taunting me.

“Look at Marie! Look at her getting beaten down! My God, girl, are you going to let Gina whip you like that? Can't you take a foot in the face? What a wimp!”

Hearing that, and watching Gina smile cruelly did something to me. She pinched my nose between two of her bare toes….and something snapped in my mind.

I wasn't going to allow myself to be embarrassed like this. I didn't like having everyone laugh at me. I didn't like the way Gina was showing off for the girls in the room. I didn't like the way she was suffocating me with her feet.

Summoning every bit of strength, I brought my legs up from behind Gina and hooked her shoulders with my small, bare feet. Pushing hard, I bent her backward and flipped her off me. I wasn't tired; my years of gymnastic training had given me plenty of stamina, and I quickly scrambled on top of Gina, forcing her onto her back. She struggled hard but I could sense she was tiring.

A few twists and turns, and suddenly I was in the same position she had me in before; I sat on her chest with MY bare feet now on HER face! The other girls were now catcalling her and she was growing frantic under me.

“What's the matter, Gina? Can't you get that tiny girl off of you? Are you going to lose to a girl who is half your size? You should be ashamed of yourself!”

The harder Gina struggled, the more tired she got and the more dominant I became. I used my tiny feet to humiliate her. I stuck my toes in her mouth and pulled her lips to the side and made it look as if she were smiling. But believe me, she wasn't smiling. Tears were starting to leak from her eyes and the girls in the room howled with laughter at that.

I stuck my toes into her ears and pulled her head up, even as my butt remained on her chest and held her down. Then, I resumed pressing my feet down on her face and forcing her to breathe in the scent of my soles.

I was waiting for her to submit, but she didn't. Gina had heart; I had to give her that. Also, she probably still couldn't believe she was losing to a girl so much smaller than herself, and in front of all her friends, no less.

Figuring I had to take extreme measures to close the show, I abandoned the pose I was in and got into a facesitting position. I moved forward, placing my thighs on either side of her head with my crotch covering her mouth. My ankles were behind me, pinning her shoulders to the rug. She no longer had the strength to resist. I smiled at her and pointed at the bottom of my leotard, which had snaps at the crotch. I undid those snaps and exposed my vagina, which she stared at with growing fear as she began to realize what I was going to do.

Now, I was the one wearing the cruel smile as I mashed my vulva against her mouth.

“Okay, Gina,” I said. “This match has made me pretty sweaty down there. Lick the sweat off my c*nt! Lick it, you bitch!”

Her eyes were wide with fear. She was trying to say something, but her words were muffled….by my crotch. I could feel her trying to shake her head in refusal, but my thighs were pressing the sides of her head so tightly that she couldn't even manage to do that. I settled the issue by climbing up a little higher on her and covering her nose with my lower regions. Now, she couldn't breathe….. unless I allowed it.

Gina, realizing that she was in a hopeless, helpless position, began to lick. Her tongue entered my clit as she licked the sweat away. She was trembling because her body was starting to respond to the passion of what she was doing, even though her mind wanted no part of it.

But I was trembling too, responding to the feeling of her tongue and lips licking me dry. Oh, God! Before I could start to lose control, I glanced at the other girls, who were looking on avidly. I looked disdainfully down at Gina, who was helplessly licking and crying; crying and licking.

“I will allow you to give up now, Gina. All you have to do is tell everyone in the room who has defeated you, “ I said magnanimously.

Finally seeing a way out of this, Gina cried, “You have, Marie. Everyone…..Marie has beaten me. She is better than me.”

Thrusting my arms straight up in a sign of victory, I got off her, and the other girls crowded around me, congratulating me on my victory.

Gina sat apart from the group, staring at me with sad eyes. The smallest girl in the room had totally defeated her, and it would be quite a while before anyone could convince her to participate in another wrestling match.