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

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I was n't confident in my early days. I was too afraid of girls to approach them and the intellection of asking one out sent tingle through me. Besides, what goodness 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 girl seemed predictably lowly while the pool for face-slappers much great.

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

I still feel that way.

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

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fence but I was ineffectual to seduce eye middleman for fear she would see my insufficiency, insecurities, and rampant cigarette lust.

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

There were never vacancies in her blind drunk jean or shorts however and she filled those to fulgurant splendour. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as hell could narrate if it was forefront or tails on that coin in her derriere pocket.

I must tell you about the time she was laying on her breadbasket on her bed, popping burble gum, with an spread out Bible on her pillow. She was wearing a very dilute and dead denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's panties was always some kind of major victory to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her wench clinging to the altitude of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the gloriole of just how round and scrumptious that precious picayune ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, lady friend were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and Guy like me should not opine about fucking goddesses. The true stead for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my nose as the centerpiece of her note.

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 peer, but at least good enough to be pressed into their round of drinks butts.

Early on, toroid wanted to cognize more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( lead a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No estimation. ) Why did I stare at girls'cigaret ? ( Because -- - waiting -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls know. You may not think we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in one-sixth period and in the lobby. You want to have it off her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such directness from a girl 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 buss 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 lips."You want to snog it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those Bible made my knees weak. She was right, but she was wrong. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss toroid 's, or best yet, have tore sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Boy Orator of the Platte. I wo n't tell. There 's nada amiss with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their fundament kissed. fiddling weird. But, you might have better fortune going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her row echoed through me ... `` sit on your aspect '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your case ''. I could n't consider that a girl had actually said those give-and-take to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four Word of God … If I had died right there on the bit, my life would have seemed pure.

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

Brain cells ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of twinkling stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

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

'' Listen Boy Orator of the Platte, this does n't mean we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you better not separate ! ``

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

The thinking was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her articulatio humeri and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties soft cotton plant, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her take down back concaved to her spreading rose hip.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked dope of risk. Her weight was greater than my facial expression and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and ass were much giving than my face.

summation, one had to remember : This was her fetid voice and it was about to be matched to my face. The power girls held, if fully released, could devastate a person. 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 missy'asses were to capture person 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thinking, my nostrils flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviant, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed tore 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 alien and moldy and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of sweet perfume. It was down-to-earth yet heaven-scent. It might have been cruddy if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her flaccid panties began pressing against my 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 experience the gang of her well-nigh private place pressed to the tip of my golden nose.

I could n't consider it. A high schoolhouse missy was actually sitting on my fount ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like cobweb touch through a solid wall.

She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori 's ass. zilch else existed. All I could see and find was the exquisite softness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my nerve and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my expression through those sexy thin panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those trend through the springiness of her arse. I felt the heating system of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to give me air, then sat right on back down as if I had no say in affair which, of course of action, I didn't.

I wish I had actor's line to adequately express how much I loved it and how practically I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room rush to my heated facial expression. I felt dizzy, not from her free weight but from filmy sensual overload. A high school miss had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked dwelling but I loved that Tori 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my brass again. I masturbated over and over with that fragrance in my nostril and the tactile property of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that night and practically handiwork to be done.

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

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

I could n't muster a reply but her hired hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so bore to lay down. Again it was a senior high school heaven, that irregular prison term when she again sat on my typeface.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having torus Rollins sit on my face was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my total public. Yet for her, it just seemed like zilch more than a chance and curious amusement. It was n't at all middling and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a dark in late April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after schooltime. When I joined her in her chamber, she was on her cell speech sound. She put her digit before her lips to quieten me while she sat on her bed with her slender rightfield leg over her go away knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some sentence and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my time with her. I did n't protest because I did n't have that right wing. Well, okay yes, because I also did n't have the back.

She seemed to smell my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her fingerbreadth through the air as if to tell me to lay on the bed with my principal 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 feeling at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my look. It was weirdo. She had targeted herself to my nose and had never once even looked. How in the hell on earth do girls do that ?

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

It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a countermand position, but this time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the flooring. It was n't my pet position, but it left my oral fissure uncovered and I was able to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent awe, not wanting to agitate her because I did n't desire her to stop. She seemed neglectful although there was an occasional roll of her arse over my side as she changed leg positions. It was dissimilar, but my brass was in her butt 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 entrepot shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old dresser to come up a costume for an east wind party."come on, help me feel 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 of drinks rear was inches from my human face and I gained a outstanding understanding of the grandness of kissing a daughter'hind end. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purple, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some thinking, 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 much of a buttface wimp to argue and I was soon on my spine on the dusty floor.

She pulled her short off and revealed sparse two-piece panties with quarter-sized Negroid polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my breast. She moved back slowly and with familiar spirit expertise, tore Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than usual and she smelled soooooo expert. After a upstanding butt-grinding, my typeface had a beautiful essence that would come 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 up over. Despite my jealousy, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her notion of facesitting.

Her sonant buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedchamber which was nearly saturnine. She talked on her cell to a girl. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the grimace of another. When I compared my home with her to that early guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with toroid was much break.

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

'' Tori, it 's recently -- -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 drumhead tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"Okay, but it 's metre for him to bequeath. ``

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

tore sat on my fount another two-dozen clip before the end of the school yr. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panty, and sometimes bare-ass. Mmmmmm.

The first clock time her bare can met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of lean adhesive that sealed her rectal skin to that of my aspect. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a idle prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a fiddling stiff -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to spend two months with her father in genus Arizona. She would allow June 13th, two days after the school year ended. But, what in the netherworld would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt wild that while the word was devastating to me, it seemed to have short impingement on her.

What a sap ! What a mark I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored park sense and the chance that the day would issue forth when her butt would n't be in my facial expression. 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 sort of a future without her. I thought one balustrade might be Angela, but I could never approach a daughter like her. mayhap hookers. But Hell, I did n't have money for hustler.

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

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

The day she left, I meandered without a design. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girlfriend and their precious butts became fresh fish for More late-night handwork which was seeming Thomas More and to a greater extent to be the preferred cure-all for the sexually downtrodden.

A hebdomad later as I was returning from the neck of the woods convenience computer storage, I heard a voice. It was torus 's mother standing with the projection screen door outdoors and a half-burnt coffin nail in her hand.

Lori was a total woman. She had thickish thigh but not fat. A replete trunk but not overweight. Her pilus was very mulct, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strand. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained needlelike characteristic from her youth that evoked monitor of just how pretty she had once been.

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

She offered to rain buckets some of her beer into a Methedrine. I declined.

She made belittled talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making Quaker has always been wanton 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 look 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 other. ``

Other ? What ?

"Bryan. I 'm not stupefied. I know about ‘ the early ’."

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

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was penny-pinching enough for me to reek beer on her breath.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my fountainhead going side-to-side with some unauthorized and poor attack to refuse 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 first ? What ?

"I 'm quite for 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 logical pathways ever being more garbled.

"Boy Orator of the Platte, if you admit it, then I can facilitate you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her index 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, Bryan. As a lot 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 phase of the moon woman 's rearward … suffocate … not the Saami … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my face … all summer. She was n't high school school day … but … all summer. She was a full 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 circulate my cheek."Come on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the doorway of her bedroom and perils terra incognita. Within minutes, I was on my binding in a drape-drawn dim room. Her roof was unlike from torus 's and it had a slow-whirring roof fan which I began wishing was an plane propeller so it could chop up me up and put an end to my acute inner turmoil.

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

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

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

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or household attire. It was dulled-white and had widely, faded blueish vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panty that I believe are called"full spinal column"-- -something to a lesser extent than granny-panties, but something more than than bikini. She pulled them off and chuck out them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so often bigger than toroid 's. A fully woman 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my font. A wax woman with a wide rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and luxuria and confusedness and need.

Then. ..

It touched my fount. My dead 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 deep in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The deepness of her deep"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very shopping centre of her under macrocosm -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my olfactory organ by the forces of gravity 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 facial skin. 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 shoal got that way -- -because fully pornographic 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 nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the smell of her womanly rear-end would be with me for minute. Every sentence 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 melodic theme what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very commodity ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 mo and when we parted, I ran home with the outdoor 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 pot returned, I remember my read/write head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too very much. A wide woman was just too … too … womanly ; too herculean ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two Day later, I was knocking on Lori 's doorway. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two second later, her round, womanly ass was parked right on my side. And once again, she covered my brass in her wet foetor 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 Summer constantly under her womanly bottom. I felt well-heeled with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our school and could n't evidence anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always will ; I was beyond help.

And that is why I did n't anticipate an approach problem until Lori said,"Well, Summer is winding down. toroid will be back soon. Are n't you glad to get a line that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her replication, it created an wink and distressing dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori find out that her female parent was sitting on my face ? Would that bring insufferable derision at schooling ?

Of course, I would be sword lily to see her and eager to be under tore 's stern. At the same time, her female parent had sat on my face every prison term I wanted all summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to desire it.

So, would I have to pick out ? If so, which one ? Or, could I opt both ?

I laughed with the idea that I had suddenly become some variety of a"big player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no seeable friend. And now, I seemed to stimulate become quite the cavalier ; juggling two female child !

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

My body shuttered. My mind shook.

What in the underworld was I going to do ?