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

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I was n't confident in my youthfulness. I was too afraid of daughter to approach them and the view of asking one out sent shivers through me. Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my brass in her ass ? The dating pool for that sort of missy seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers much larger.

Girls were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely revere them.

I still feel that way.

My understanding eased somewhat after we moved to a house next to tore and I began to see her in her home surround. She seemed more … formula than the socialite I saw in schooling.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"hi"over the fence but I was unable to make eye contact for fear she would see my inadequacy, insecurities, and rampant can lust.

Eventually, I was able to discourse a short but only because she did most of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became chums because we did n't. I understood that I was just a backup man when she had vacancies in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her squiffy blue jean or boxers however and she filled those to fulgurant grandeur. I mean, I might not consume been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as inferno could narrate if it was heads or shadow on that coin in her put up pocket.

I must recount you about the time she was laying on her pot on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open leger on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and short-circuit denim skirt. Seeing a little girl 's panties was always some kind of Major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the aggrandisement of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the gloriole of just how one shot and scrumptious that cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guy rope like me should not suppose about fucking goddesses. The rightful berth for a goddess was sitting on the pot of my face with my nozzle as the centerpiece of her eminence.

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 to the lowest degree good enough to be pressed into their rhythm butts.

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

'' Boy Orator of the Platte, little girl know. You may not conceive we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the halls. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such candor from a girl who seemed so wholesome.

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

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

I could n't do because just hearing a girl say those words made my genu weak. She was right, but she was wrong. Yes, I did desire to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather osculate Tori 's, or meliorate yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's O.K. Bryan. I wo n't enjoin. There 's nix wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their asses kissed. small weird. But, you might consume better luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her dustup echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't recall you understand. Those four tidings … If I had died right there on the spot, my life would deliver seemed complete.

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

Brain cells ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of blink of an eye stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the fleck of her sleeping room cap. She was wearing a Shirley Temple dame cut a few column inch above the stifle. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen Great Commoner, this does n't think we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you wagerer not narrate ! ``

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

The idea was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties soft cotton wool, piano yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her rachis was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder steel. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the mess evoked senses of danger. Her weight was greater than my nerve and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her coxa and bum were much bigger than my grimace.

Plus, one had to remember : This was her funky part and it was about to be matched to my face. The power young woman held, if fully released, could devastate a someone. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the More that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girls'hindquarters were to bewitch soul 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't do it why, but … without cerebration, my nostrils flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviant, but I am admitting a lot of thing here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt. Now that some clock time has passed, I am majestic to say it again : I sniffed toroid Rollins'butt end ! Mmmmm.

okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled disaffect and moldy and supernal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of gratifying perfume. It was down-to-earth yet heaven-scent. It might own been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lour herself and her mild panties began pressing against my human face 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 ring of her virtually individual place pressed to the tip of my favorable nose.

I could n't trust it. A high school girlfriend was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a self-coloured wall.

She was lighter in weightiness yet she occupied me entirely. The macrocosm became tore 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the dainty softness of torus Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her aroma onto my face through those sexy melt off pantie.

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 hindquarters. I felt the heating system of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to grant me air, then sat correct back down as if I had no say in thing which, of form, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately convey how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room surge to my heated grimace. I felt dizzy, not from her free weight but from slue sensual overload. A high up school girl had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no estimate how I walked home but I loved that torus 's look was in my dope. I told myself I would never launder my face again. I masturbated over and over with that odor in my anterior naris and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many illusion that night and a great deal handwork to be done.

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

Those fear yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a span of days later and a whispered interrogation,"Do you require me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a reply but her handwriting pulled mine and I followed like a misfortunate lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast hind end wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high paradise, that s time when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having toroid Rollins sit on my side was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire worldly concern. Yet for her, it just seemed like aught Thomas More than a effortless and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed resistant to change.

I remember a Nox in late April when it was raining alfresco and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her digit before her lip to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right field leg over her left knee joint 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 sentence with her. I did n't resist because I did n't possess that right wing. wellspring, okay yes, because I also did n't give birth the spinal column.

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

When I was in situation, I saw her from an inverted point-of-view. She didn't look at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my grimace. It was crazy. She had targeted herself to my nose and had never once even looked. How in the pit do girls do that ?

She was wearing a fragile, thigh-length doll 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 schooltime. Every clock time she spoke to her admirer, the shakiness from the essence of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a contrary position, but this time, she was facing away from me with her ft on the base. It was n't my preferent position, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with mute reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't desire her to blockade. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her keister over my face as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly grateful.

Another memorable time 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 torus was rummaging through old chests to find out a costume for an Easter party."Come on, help me incur it !"she ordered.

I was on my stifle and digging through thing while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her rung seat was inches from my face and I gained a greater savvy of the importance of kissing a girls'asses. 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 mentation, she continued,"Oh. Yeah. I remember. Do n't vex. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't individual. What if somebody walked by the alley-side windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to argue and I was soon on my back on the dust-covered level.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed thin bikini panties with quarter-sized nigrify polka pane. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, tore Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE Tori Rollins !

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

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

Her soft buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly coloured. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the font of another. When I compared my station with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my property with Tori was much better.

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

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

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

Her mother 's head tilted. So did my face. She said,"okay, but it 's sentence 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.

torus sat on my case another two-dozen times before the end of the school day year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in scanty, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare butt met my face, I became mindful of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some form of thin out adhesive that sealed her rectal skin to that of my cheek. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The scent of her bare ass was a lilliputian stiff -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

toroid was going to spend two month with her founding father in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two 24-hour interval after the school day year ended. But, what in the underworld would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt tempestuous that while the newsworthiness was devastating to me, it seemed to have little encroachment on her.

What a sap ! What a chump I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so mazed in her ass that I had ignored uncouth signified and the chance that the day would derive when her hindquarters 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 descend to some variety of a future without her. I thought one balustrade might be Angela, but I could never draw close a fille like her. Maybe hookers. But Hades, I did n't have money for hookers.

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

1. A high school young woman had actually sat on my grimace ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a program. Eventually, I stumbled to the center and that helped. There were daughter and their cunning butts became fodder for More late-night handiwork which was seeming to a greater extent and to a greater extent to be the preferred nostrum for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the locality convenience memory board, I heard a vocalism. It was Tori 's mother standing with the screen room access open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her fuzz was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strand. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a womanhood in her 40's, it retained precipitous features from her youth that evoked reminders of just how moderately she had once been.

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

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

She made pocket-sized talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in mesa. Making friends has always been promiscuous 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 appear to, do you -- -make friends easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was Tori 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. ``

Other ? What ?

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

I was sitting on the lounge and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knees. Her grinning was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

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

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

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

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

Not the first ? 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 think of my logical tract ever being more disordered.

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

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

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

I could n't … to many understanding … she was n't high school … replete fair sex 's rear … suffocate … not the Saame … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my brass … all summer. She was n't high school day … but … all Summer. She was a wide grown char, but she had said … sit on my human 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 nerve."Come on ..."

She stood and her script pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and perils unknown. Within minute of arc, I was on my dorsum in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was different from tore '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 inner excitement.

What had I gotten myself into ? Would I even pull through ?

Except for that fan, the elbow room was quiet down. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My point screamed to run like nether region but my consistency lay deaf.

"Now Boy Orator of the Platte, just let it fall out. We both want this so just lay still and enjoy."

She was wearing a thin out, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or family dress. It was dulled-white and had all-embracing, faded blue upright stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed bone panties that I believe are called"full spinal column"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than bikini. She pulled them off and cast aside them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so lots bigger than Tori 's. A full womanhood 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full woman with a broad rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly come down. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and luxuria and muddiness and need.

Then. ..

It touched my look. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her soft cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nose recondite in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

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

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into locating on my olfactory organ by the forces of solemnity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid profundity. When she moved, her ass made squashy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial 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 schoolhouse got that way -- -because fully pornographic women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so dissimilar. tore who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly footing it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to adjure up into my nostril. I knew that once it was there, the spirit of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hours. Every prison term I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her human face closing curtain 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 min and when we parted, I ran home with the alfresco air hitting my wet nerve 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 word crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full fair sex was just too … too … womanly ; too muscular ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two Clarence Day later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an dirt ball to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her troll, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my nerve in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her olfactory modality stayed with me for hour 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 volition ; I was beyond supporter.

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

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

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori get hold out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring impossible derision at school ?

Of trend, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under Tori 's backside. At the same metre, her mother had sat on my face every time I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was awful but … well … I had come to require 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 player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no seeable booster. 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 headway shook.

What in the Hell was I going to do ?