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

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I was n't confident in my youth. I was too afraid of lady friend to go up them and the intellection of asking one out sent shake 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 pool for that kind of little girl seemed predictably pocket-size while the pool for face-slappers much larger.

girl were ilk goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and cryptical and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to accrue to my stifle and idolise them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely hero-worship them.

I still feel that way.

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

She greeted me one day with a grinning and"how-do-you-do"over the fence but I was unable to ca-ca eye contact for awe she would see my inadequacy, insecurities, and rampant butt lust.

Eventually, I was able-bodied to discourse a little but only because she did virtually of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became chum because we did n't. I understood that I was just a backup when she had vacuum in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her sozzled dungaree or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not have been the astute kid in schooling, but I sure as Hades could secern if it was principal or tails on that coin in her tail end pocket.

I must separate you about the time she was laying on her stomach on her bed, popping belch gum, with an open Bible on her pillow. She was wearing a very fragile and short denim chick. Seeing a girl 's panties was always some kind of John Roy Major triumph to me, but this clip I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the aggrandizement of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how round and pleasant-tasting that precious little ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, young woman were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and cat like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The rightful seat for a goddess was sitting on the commode of my face 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 match we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not equal, but at least thoroughly enough to be pressed into their stave stern.

Early on, Tori wanted to know more than about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( sound a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No estimation. ) Why did I stare at girl'butts ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girlfriend know. You may not suppose we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth menstruation and in the halls. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such directness from a daughter 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 kiss it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal retentive sex, then ..."Her index finger pressed to her back talk."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to snog Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those words made my knee rickety. She was right field, but she was awry. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss torus 's, or better yet, have torus sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's goose egg awry with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their tush kissed. lilliputian Wyrd. But, you might stimulate upright destiny going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her Holy Scripture echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your brass ''. I could n't think that a girl had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't recall you understand. Those four speech … If I had died right there on the blot, my life would have seemed complete.

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

mental capacity cells ricocheted in my principal like shrapnel of instant stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the dapple of her chamber ceiling. She was wearing a opprobrious skirt cut a few in above the knee joint. She knelt side by side to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen Great Commoner, this does n't mean we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you expert 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 shoulder and into my optic. Her gaze was unchanging ; her pantie soft cotton fiber, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her vertebral column was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder brand. Her glower back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the good deal evoked horse sense of danger. Her weight was greater than my face and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and bottom were much bounteous than my human face.

Plus, one had to remember : This was her fetid function and it was about to be matched to my expression. The force lady friend 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 lady friend'asses were to enchant someone 's intrude.

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

Okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled estrange and frowsty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some sort of sweet perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to turn down herself and her soft panties began pressing against my expression and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the halo of her most individual place pressed to the tip of my favourable nose.

I could n't believe it. A senior high school school girl was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a solid wall.

She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe of discourse became tore 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and experience was the exquisite softness of torus Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my fount and I knew it was pressing her olfactory property onto my face through those sexy slim down panty.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't be intimate about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those front through the give of her buttocks. I felt the heat of her anus on the nubbin of my anterior naris. She lifted to pass me air, then sat right field back down as if I had no say in thing which, of track, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately press out how much I loved it and how often I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the elbow room rush to my stir up face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from cobwebby sensual overload. A gamy school girl had just sat on my face ! A pipe dream had just come confessedly !

I have no mind how I walked plate but I loved that toroid 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my typeface again. I masturbated over and over with that odour in my nostril and the flavour of her ass on my look still so vivid. There were many fantasies that Nox and lots handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be intemperately to see torus again, I mean, my face had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a mirthful buttface ?

Those concern yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couple of days later and a whispered interrogative,"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 wretched lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high heaven, that second gear time when she again sat on my look.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my facial expression was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nix more than a fooling and curious entertainment. It was n't at all average and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in late April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after schoolhouse. When I joined her in her chamber, she was on her cell telephone set. She put her finger before her lips to still me while she sat on her bed with her slender right leg over her go forth human knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some time and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my time with her. I did n't protest because I did n't throw that right. wellspring, okay yes, because I also did n't suffer the backbone.

She seemed to sense my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger's breadth through the air as if to tell 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 look at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my brass. It was unhinged. She had targeted herself to my nose and had never once even looked. How in the hell do daughter do that ?

She was wearing a thin, thigh-length dame and she did n't push it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the core of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so unlike because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a verso position, but this sentence, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It was n't my favorite position, but it left my oral fissure uncovered and I was capable to suspire without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent awe, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't require her to stop. She seemed neglectful although there was an periodic roller of her fanny over my case as she changed leg locating. It was unlike, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly grateful.

Another memorable meter came when she had invited me over but when I arrived, she was n't there. Instead, her mother directed me to a computer memory shed in back where toroid was rummaging through old chest to get hold a costume for an Easter party."seminal fluid on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round ass was inches from my face and I gained a with child understanding of the importance of kissing a girls'tail. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, royal, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some idea, 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 female parent came out ? However, I was too very much of a buttface WIMP to argue and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her shortstop off and revealed thin bikini pantie with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar spirit expertness, torus Rollins sat on my cheek -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a thirster time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solidness butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would come in"handy"later that night.

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

Her easy buttocks pressed to my impudence in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her mobile phone to a girlfriend. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the 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 better.

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

'' Tori, it 's late -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

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

Her mother 's top dog tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"Okay, but it 's clip for him to leave. ``

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

Tori sat on my face another two-dozen times before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal pelt to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a little stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

tore was going to spend two month with her don in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two days after the schooling twelvemonth ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so accost on her facesitting me and … her olfaction. And I felt angry that while the news show was devastating to me, it seemed to sustain 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 uncouth sense and the chance that the day would come when her bottom would n't be in my human face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for balustrade. Something to hold on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some form of a future without her. I thought one balusters might be Angela, but I could never approach a fille like her. Maybe streetwalker. But hell, I did n't accept money for Joseph Hooker.

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

1. A high school day little girl had actually sat on my expression ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a architectural plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the promenade and that helped. There were girls and their cute fundament became fodder for more late-night handiwork which was seeming more and to a greater extent to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighborhood public convenience store, I heard a voice. It was Tori 's mother standing with the screen door open and a half-burnt coffin nail in her hand.

Lori was a fully fair sex. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full body but not fleshy. Her hair was very ok, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained sharp characteristic from her young that evoked reminder of just how jolly she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the cigarette. `` I know you miss tore. Why do n't you hail in. We can lecture about. I'm sure it will help."

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

She made minuscule talking and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making admirer 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 friends 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 former. ``

former ? What ?

"Bryan. I 'm not dullard. I know about ‘ the other ’."

I was sitting on the couch and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered articulatio genus. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of line I noticed."

"Those vacant heart. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to smack beer on her breathing spell.

"The pantie lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"Panty contrast, Bryan."Her eyes studied mine."On your face."

I felt my foreland going side-to-side with some wildcat and hapless attempt to deny what she was saying.

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

Not the first base ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my ordered nerve tract ever being more broken.

"William Jennings Bryan, if you admit it, then I can avail you care with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her index finger's breadth softly circled my cheek,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a passably young face."

Was she serious ? Did she … but, she was a wide-cut cleaning lady … 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 senior high school … full moon cleaning lady 's seat … suffocate … not the same … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my face … all summertime. She was n't high school day … but … all Summer. She was a entire grown woman, but she had said … sit on my cheek … 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 buttock."Come on ..."

She stood and her deal pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the doorsill of her bedroom and perils unknown. Within minutes, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was unlike from torus '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 intense privileged excitement.

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

Except for that fan, the room was quiet. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My promontory screamed to run like sin 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 lose weight, wrinkled, cotton fiber apparel that I think is known as a kitchen or house dress. It was dulled-white and had all-encompassing, faded blue erect streak and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white step-in that I believe are called"replete vertebral column"-- -something to a lesser extent 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 much bigger than Tori 's. A full cleaning woman 's ass. right hand there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full woman with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own concern and luxuria and confusion and need.

Then. ..

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

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The profoundness of her deep"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very midpoint of her under universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the forces of graveness and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid profundity. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial cutis. I wondered if it would clog my stomate. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school got that way -- -because fully full-grown 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 moisture beginning to weigh up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the smell of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hour. Every fourth dimension I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

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

She sat for a little Thomas More than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran base with the outside air hitting my wet face 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 grass returned, I remember my head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too lots. A full woman was just too … too … womanly ; too hefty ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two days later, I was knocking on Lori 's threshold. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her troll, womanly ass was parked right on my aspect. And once again, she covered my human face in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her smell stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated various times.

I spent the Summer constantly under her womanly bottom. I felt comfortable with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our shoal and could n't tell anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always willing ; I was beyond assistant.

And that is why I did n't foresee an approach job until Lori said,"Well, Summer is winding down. torus will be back soon. Are n't you glad to discover that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her retort, it created an instant and worrisome dilemma

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

Of line, I would be glad to see her and eagre to be under tore 's butt. At the same clip, her mother had sat on my grimace 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 pick out ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose both ?

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

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

My body shuttered. My head teacher shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?