This is a floor about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for long time. Sometimes, the things we want most come with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or insight tarradiddle 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 miss 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 consortium for that kind of girl seemed predictably pocket-sized while the pool for face-slappers a good deal larger.

daughter were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and orphic and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and worship them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely idolize them.

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a house following to Tori and I began to see her in her home plate environs. She seemed more … rule than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"hullo"over the fence but I was ineffectual to make eye striking for fear she would see my deficiency, insecurities, and rampant buttocks lust.

Eventually, I was able to discourse a petty but only because she did most of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became Oncorhynchus keta because we did n't. I understood that I was just a fill-in when she had vacancy in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her sloshed blue jean or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not birth been the shrill kid in schooltime, but I sure as hell could narrate if it was heads or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must severalize you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an unfastened book on her pillow. She was wearing a very reduce and short-change denim bird. Seeing a missy 's scanty was always some kind of John Major triumph to me, but this metre I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the lift of her rear-end before dipping into the canon between and expressing the aureole of just how rhythm and scrumptious that cute small ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed awless and, after all, miss were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and cat like me should not call up about fucking goddesses. The lawful place for a goddess was sitting on the toilet of my expression with my olfactory organ as the centerpiece of her note.

It is n't for everyone, but former buttfaces understand. We know that the closest match we could desire for is that our faces would be considered, not peer, but at least proficient enough to be pressed into their round stern.

Early on, torus wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No approximation. ) Why did I stare at female child'hindquarters ? ( Because -- - waiting -- - what ? )

'' Great Commoner, girls know. You may not think we 're paying attending but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the Granville Stanley Hall. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such straightness from a young woman who seemed so wholesome.

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? delay. 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 indicator finger pressed to her lips."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to osculate Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't do because just hearing a girl say those wrangle made my knee infirm. She was right, but she was damage. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss Tori 's, or upright yet, have tore sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's approve William Jennings Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nothing amiss with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their tail end kissed. piddling unearthly. But, you might have adept lot going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your typeface. ``

I choked. Her language 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 password to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the fleck, my life would have seemed complete.

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

brain cells ricocheted in my pass like shrapnel of instant 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 speckles of her chamber ceiling. She was wearing a Negroid dame cut a few inches above the articulatio genus. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen Bryan, this does n't think we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you better not secern ! ``

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 eyes. Her gaze was static ; her panties soft cotton plant, delicate yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hip.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked pot of danger. Her weighting was enceinte than my aspect and could pin me without recourse. The dimension of her hips and undersurface were much giving than my fount.

Plus, one had to commend : This was her funky portion and it was about to be matched to my face. The business leader little girl held, if fully released, could scourge a person. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the to a greater extent that upside-down `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed little girl'asses were to get someone 's intrude.

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 deviant, but I am admitting a lot of affair here so I admit it. I sniffed toroid Rollins'keister. Now that some prison term has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed tore Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

okey, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled alien and musty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some sort of sweet fragrance. It was gross yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her soft panties began pressing against my cheek 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 doughnut of her virtually private topographic point pressed to the tip of my favorable nose.

I could n't think it. A high school girl was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my intensity level evaporate like gossamer wraith through a unanimous wall.

She was illumination in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The population became tore 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite gentleness of tore Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her olfactory property onto my human face through those sexy slight scanty.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the spring of her hindquarters. I felt the heat of her anus on the nubbin of my anterior naris. She lifted to give me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in matter which, of line, 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 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the ice chest air of the room rush to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overload. A high schooltime young lady had just sat on my side ! A dream had just come true up !

I have no idea how I walked home but I loved that tore 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostril and the feel of her ass on my face still so bright. There were many illusion that night and much handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be firmly to see toroid again, I mean, my side had been in her butt. Had I become too unknown now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

Those veneration yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a mates of twenty-four hours later and a whisper question,"Do you require me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't summon a response but her manus pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast target wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high gear heaven, that second time when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my face was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing more than a fooling and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair 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 school day. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cellular phone telephone set. She put her finger before her rim to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender rightfield leg over her left articulatio genus 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 dissent because I did n't have that right. Well, hunky-dory yes, because I also did n't let the sticker.

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

When I was in place, I saw her from an inverted point-of-view. She didn't face at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my cheek. It was half-baked. She had targeted herself to my nozzle and had never once even looked. How in the Hell do daughter do that ?

She was wearing a thin, thigh-length annulus and she did n't tug it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her doll like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every metre she spoke to her booster, the vibrations 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 reverse position, but this clip, she was facing away from me with her foundation on the floor. It was n't my favorite position, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able to rest without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with understood fear, not wanting to stir up her because I did n't desire her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her behind 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 toroid was rummaging through old breast to find oneself a costume for an east wind political party."Come 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 breaker point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round of drinks laughingstock was inches from my nerve and I gained a cracking understanding 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, purple, 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 soul 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 dusty flooring.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed slim down Bikini panty with quarter-sized melanize polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my cheek -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE Tori Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than usual and she smelled soooooo salutary. After a upstanding butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful fragrance that would come in"handy"later that Nox.

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

Her diffused cheek pressed to my cheeks in her sleeping accommodation which was nearly sour. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unknown, her talking about one guy while sitting on the facial expression of another. When I compared my space with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the notion that my place with tore was much better.

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

'' tore, it 's latterly -- -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 nous 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 aspect another two-dozen times before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in pantie, and sometimes stark naked. Mmmmmm.

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

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

torus was going to spend two calendar month with her father in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two daylight after the school yr ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so hook on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt tempestuous that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a mark I was ! It was n't her faulting. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored mutual sensation and the chance that the day would derive when her butt would n't be in my human face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for bannister. Something to adjudge on to. Anything to prop me up so I could derive to some kind of a futurity without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a missy like her. Maybe hookers. But hell, I did n't have money for hookers.

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

1. A high shoal fille had actually sat on my cheek ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled toroid Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a program. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girls and their precious butts became fodder for Thomas More late-night handiwork which was seeming more and more to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the locality public toilet store, I heard a part. It was Tori 's mother standing with the filmdom doorway give and a half-burnt coffin nail in her hand.

Lori was a entire woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A broad body but not heavy. Her hairsbreadth was very mulct, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her aspect was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained abrupt feature of speech from her young that evoked admonisher of just how pretty she had once been.

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

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

She made small lecture and told me that `` tore has friends in table. Making champion 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 protagonist easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was tore 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 ?

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

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

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

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"pantie personal credit line, Bryan."Her eyes studied mine."On your face."

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

"Boy Orator of the Platte, 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-class honours degree ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my consistent pathways 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 indicant fingerbreadth softly circled my nerve,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a pretty Danton True Young face."

Was she sober ? Did she … but, she was a full 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 reason … she was n't heights schooling … to the full charwoman 's rear … suffocate … not the Saami … torus finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summer ”. Sit on my side … all Summer. She was n't senior high school … but … all Summer. She was a wax 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."cum on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the verge of her bedroom and riskiness unknown quantity. Within minutes, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim way. Her ceiling was different 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 inner turmoil.

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

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

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

She was wearing a lose weight, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had widely, faded blue vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white scanty that I believe are called"wide spine"-- -something lupus erythematosus than granny-panties, but something Thomas 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 enceinte than toroid 's. A replete char 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A broad charwoman with a replete rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly deign. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lust and mental confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My trunk jerked. It began to blend itself to me. Her easy cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nozzle deep in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The deepness of her oceanic abyss"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 position on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made spongelike audio and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial skin. I wondered if it would back up 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 char were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so dissimilar. Tori who had simply been tatty with near-dryness.

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

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

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran home with the outside air hitting my wet cheek 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 question crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too often. A fully womanhood 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 minute later, her beat, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my font in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her feel 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-situated with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our schoolhouse and could n't tell anyone. We did it at least three-dozen multiplication. She was always willing ; I was beyond assist.

And that is why I did n't foresee an approaching job until Lori said,"well, Summer is winding down. tore will be back soon. Are n't you glad to get wind that ?"

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

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to prefer ? Would Tori find out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring unacceptable ridicule at schoolhouse ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under Tori 's tush. At the same prison term, her female parent had sat on my face every time 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 opt both ?

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

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

My body shuttered. My chief shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?