This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for year. Sometimes, the things we want most descend with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration story but rather one focused more on facesitting and ass-adoration.

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I was n't confident in my juvenility. I was too afraid of young lady to approach them and the thought of asking one out sent frisson through me. Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my face in her ass ? The dating syndicate for that variety of girlfriend seemed predictably minuscule while the pool for face-slappers lots gravid.

Girls were care goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and deep and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my stifle and worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My pinch eased somewhat after we moved to a home adjacent to Tori and I began to see her in her home environment. She seemed more … normal than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"howdy"over the fence but I was unable to hit eye contact for fear she would see my deficiency, insecurities, and rampant buns lust.

Eventually, I was able to converse a little but only because she did to the highest degree of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became chums because we did n't. I understood that I was just a fill-in when she had vacuum in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her pie-eyed denim or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not let been the knifelike kid in schooling, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or keister on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an surface playscript on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and shortly jean skirt. Seeing a girl 's step-in was always some kind of Major victory to me, but this clock time I did n't. What I did see was her wench clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canon between and expressing the glory of just how round of golf and delicious that cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not call up about fucking goddesses. The rightful place for a goddess was sitting on the stool of my aspect with my olfactory organ as the centerpiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but other buttfaces understand. We know that the closest mates we could desire for is that our faces would be considered, not be, but at least unspoilt enough to be pressed into their bout coffin nail.

Early on, torus wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( fit a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No estimate. ) Why did I stare at girls'butts ? ( Because -- - time lag -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls know. You may not think we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the manor hall. You want to get laid her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such directness from a female child who seemed so wholesome.

I blurted, `` NO ! '' Then restated, `` I mean, no. ``

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can guess. Like Sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guys like, they either want to osculate it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal sex, then ..."Her exponent finger pressed to her lips."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a lady friend say those words made my knees weak. She was redress, but she was unseasonable. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather buss Tori 's, or better yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nothing faulty with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their backside kissed. Little uncanny. But, you might have better circumstances going for something more uncouth, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her word echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't think that a girl had actually said those Word of God to me ! Listen, I do n't remember you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the spot, my lifespan would have seemed complete.

'' Have you ever thought about that, Bryan ? Her eyes studied me before she added,"Because I have."

brain cells ricocheted in my drumhead like shrapnel of jiffy stupor.

'' cum on,"she said."Let 's try it."

Was she kidding ?

"Lay down. '' She patted the substance of her bed.

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the spot of her bedroom ceiling. She was wearing a black skirt cut a few inches above the stifle. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen William Jennings Bryan, this does n't mean we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you break not tell ! ``

She pulled her skirt up. She was. .. She was actually going to do it !

The thought was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her berm and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties delicate cotton fiber, indulgent yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her book binding was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her take down back concaved to her spreading articulatio coxae.

Although beautiful, the view evoked sense of peril. Her system of weights was greater than my typeface and could pin me without refuge. The dimensions of her hip joint and merchant ship were much heavy than my face.

asset, one had to retrieve : This was her funky part and it was about to be matched to my face. The power missy held, if fully released, could lay waste to a person. Yet, those very reverence compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more that upside-down `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed miss'asses were to capture someone 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without intellection, my nostrils flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviate, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'bottom. Now that some time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'behind ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled outlander and musty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of gratifying perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might have been distasteful if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her soft scanty began pressing against my face and her laughingstock `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that unresolved"V"accept my pry and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the mob of her most private shoes pressed to the tip of my favorable nose.

I could n't conceive it. A in high spirits school girl was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my long suit evaporate like cobweb trace through a satisfying wall.

She was wanton in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe of discourse became torus 's ass. zippo else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite softness of torus Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my typeface and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my aspect through those sexy fragile panty.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the springiness of her buttocks. I felt the warmth of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to hold me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in things which, of grade, I didn't.

I wish I had actor's line to adequately express how a good deal I loved it and how a lot I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the ice chest air of the room haste to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from transparent animal overload. A high school school girl had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no thought how I walked family but I loved that Tori 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never moisten my cheek again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostrils and the flavour of her ass on my case still so vivid. There were many fantasy that night and often handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be hard to see Tori again, I mean, my expression had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a derisory buttface ?

Those fear yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a duet of sidereal day later and a whispered inquiry,"Do you want me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her hired hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast rump wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eagre to lay down. Again it was a eminent heaven, that second time when she again sat on my facial expression.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my facial expression was more fervor than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like null Thomas More than a insouciant and odd entertainment. It was n't at all carnival and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a nighttime in previous April when it was raining away and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her sleeping room, she was on her prison cell phone. She put her finger's breadth before her mouth to shut up me while she sat on her bed with her slender right wing leg over her left genu while her toes dangled a Brown University leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some fourth dimension and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my time with her. I did n't protest because I did n't give that right field. Well, okey yes, because I also did n't accept the spine.

She seemed to sense my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her digit through the air as if to order me to lay on the bed with my head at the edge, right where she had been sitting.

When I was in place, I saw her from an upside-down point-of-view. She didn't expression at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my face. It was crazy. She had targeted herself to my olfactory organ and had never once even looked. How in the pit do girlfriend do that ?

She was wearing a thinly, thigh-length wench and she did n't push it up to sit. She just sat on my aspect with her doll like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at shoal. Every time she spoke to her acquaintance, the oscillation from the centre of her dead body resonated through my skull.

It was so dissimilar because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse position, but this clock time, she was facing away from me with her foot on the floor. It was n't my favorite location, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able-bodied to rest without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with mute reverence, not wanting to vex her because I did n't want her to barricade. She seemed inattentive although there was an episodic roll of her stub over my cheek as she changed leg positioning. It was different, but my fount was in her tail end and I was exceedingly grateful.

Another memorable metre came when she had invited me over but when I arrived, she was n't there. Instead, her mother directed me to a storage shed in back where toroid was rummaging through old chests to find a costume for an easterly company."Come on, serve me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my human knee and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point in time, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her daily round butt was inches from my face and I gained a greater understanding of the importance of kissing a fille'can. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purpleness, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some thought, she continued,"Oh. Yeah. I remember. Do n't worry. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't private. What if someone walked by the alley-side windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too a good deal of a buttface weakly interacting massive particle to debate and I was soon on my book binding on the moth-eaten floor.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed lose weight bikini panties with quarter-sized calamitous polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my pectus. She moved back slowly and with companion expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than common and she smelled soooooo good. After a square butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would fare in"handy"later that night.

Another memorable time came just after midnight in the month of May. She had come home from a date and asked me to come over. Despite my jealousy, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her whimsey of facesitting.

Her diffuse rump pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly gloomy. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the human face of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the notion that my place with Tori was much dependable.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her doorway. She jumped and straightened her dress. She opened the door.

'' tore, it 's recently -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

'' He was ... just ... making for certain my date went well, which it did. He was just checking on me. ``

Her mother 's top dog tilted. So did my boldness. She said,"OK, but it 's time for him to leave. ``

I wondered if she suspected ; if she knew. But then, how could she ? Besides, if she knew, she would deliver said something.

Tori sat on my typeface another two-dozen fourth dimension before the end of the shoal year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes stark naked. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare stooge met my case, I became mindful of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some form of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal peel to that of my typeface. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a unaccented prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a short stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

As the school year was winding down, I received the bad news show.

Tori was going to expend two months with her founding father in AZ. She would leave June 13th, two days after the school class ended. But, what in the the pits would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a patsy I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored common sense and the chance that the day would come when her butt would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to hold on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a future tense without her. I thought one bannister might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. Maybe hookers. But hellhole, I did n't suffer money for hookers.

Then, I realized there were two bannister that I could hold on to and they could never be taken from me. They were these two facts :

1. A high school day girlfriend had actually sat on my face ! No one could remove that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a programme. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girls and their cute seat became fodder for more late-night handiwork which was seeming to a greater extent and more to be the best-loved panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A calendar week later as I was returning from the locality toilet facility computer memory, I heard a voice. It was torus 's mother standing with the screen door surface and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a wide woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very alright, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her facial expression was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained sharp feature of speech from her spring chicken that evoked reminders of just how pretty she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the fag. `` I know you miss Tori. Why do n't you come in. We can talk about. I'm trusted it will help."

She offered to teem some of her beer into a glass. I declined.

She made small talking and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been easy for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's nice she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't seem to, do you -- -make Friend easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was toroid your only friend ? That must be why you look so forlorn."

I wished I had accepted her beer.

"Or, is there something else ? Is there ? I mean … you know ..."She paused again.

"The other. ``

former ? What ?

"Boy Orator of the Platte. I 'm not stupid. I know about ‘ the former ’."

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knee. Her grin was friendly."Silly boy. Of course of action I noticed."

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to smack beer on her breath.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"step-in lines, Bryan."Her eyes studied mine."On your face."

I felt my capitulum going side-to-side with some unauthorized and pitiable attempt to deny what she was saying.

"Bryan, I 've been around. I know she was sitting on your face -- -everytime you came over here. Just admit it. Besides ... you 're not the first."

Not the maiden ? What ?

"I 'm quite sure enough she 's being doing it for quite some time."She sipped some beer and then with surprising spiritlessness added,"Like mother ; like daughter."

I could n't remember my consistent nerve tract ever being more disordered.

"Bryan, if you admit it, then I can help you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her indicant finger softly circled my cheek,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a moderately young face."

Was she serious ? Did she … but, she was a broad woman … I could n't … I would n't … would I ?

"All summer, Bryan. As much as you like. You come over anytime and I will sit on your face."

I could n't … to many reasons … she was n't high school … full char 's rearward … suffocate … not the Sami … toroid finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my expression … all summertime. She was n't high school … but … all summertime. She was a replete grown woman, but she had said … sit on my face … anytime. I could n't … but … butt-lust. I could n't … I would n't … but … would I ?

"I love sitting on faces."Her fingered continued to circle my cheek."seed on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her chamber and perils unknown. Within minutes, I was on my spinal column in a drape-drawn dim elbow room. Her ceiling was dissimilar from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring ceiling fan which I began wishing was an airplane propeller so it could chop me up and put an end to my vivid intimate turmoil.

What had I gotten myself into ? Would I even survive ?

Except for that fan, the way was quiet. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My fountainhead screamed to run like hell but my body lay deaf.

"Now Bryan, just let it happen. We both want this so just lay still and enjoy."

She was wearing a thin out, wrinkled, cotton plant dress that I think is known as a kitchen or house clothes. It was dulled-white and had broad, faded blue erect stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called"full backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than bikini. She pulled them off and flung them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so practically expectant than Tori 's. A wide woman 's ass. rightfulness there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full woman with a wax rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly come down. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lustfulness and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My body jerked. It began to meld itself to me. Her soft brass settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nozzle deep in the very kernel and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her recondite"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her nether universe of discourse -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

Actually ... more like ... sloshy wet.

She had eased into office on my nose by the forces of sobriety and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my nervus facialis skin. I wondered if it would clog my pore. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school day got that way -- -because fully big women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. Tori who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her wet beginning to press up into my nostril. I knew that once it was there, the smell of her womanly rear-end would be with me for minute. Every time I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her grimace close to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very good ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 instant and when we parted, I ran habitation with the outside air hitting my wet case which cooled it quickly, much like an air conditioner. It smelled … I guess … sewerish, in a way. Yet, somehow was turned on by it.

As my senses returned, I remember my head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too very much. A wide-cut woman was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two day later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her round of golf, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my face in her wet reek and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her olfactory perception stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the summertime constantly under her feminine keister. I felt comfortable with her and not self-aware and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our schooling and could n't enjoin anyone. We did it at least three-dozen fourth dimension. She was always will ; I was beyond help.

And that is why I did n't foresee an approaching problem until Lori said,"Well, Summer is winding down. Tori will be back soon. Are n't you glad to hear that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her return, it created an blink of an eye and worrisome quandary

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to prefer ? Would Tori bump out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at school ?

Of class, I would be gladiolus to see her and aegir to be under Tori 's hind end. At the same metre, her mother had sat on my side every sentence I wanted all summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to want it.

So, would I have to choose ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose both ?

I laughed with the estimate that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big actor"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. And now, I seemed to make become quite the cavalier ; juggling two girl !

The problem was, I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?