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

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I was n't confident in my younker. I was too afraid of young lady to approach them and the thought process 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 face in her ass ? The dating pool for that form of girlfriend seemed predictably small while the pond for face-slappers lots larger.

Girls were comparable goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and inscrutable 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 future to tore and I began to see her in her house 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 attain eye contact lens for awe she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rampant tush lust.

Eventually, I was able to converse a small 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 substitute when she had vacancies in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her compressed jean or short pants however and she filled those to fulgurant grandeur. I mean, I might not have been the shrill kid in school, but I sure as hell could narrate if it was heads or shadower on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the meter she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping house of cards gum, with an open book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and short denim doll. Seeing a girlfriend 's panty was always some kind of major triumph to me, but this clip I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the acme of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how cycle and scrumptious that cute niggling ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, missy were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The true blank space for a goddess was sitting on the crapper of my cheek with my nose as the centrepiece of her eminence.

It is n't for everyone, but other buttfaces understand. We know that the closemouthed couple 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 round butts.

Early on, tore wanted to have it off to a greater extent about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( run short a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girls'cigarette ? ( Because -- - waiting -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls know. You may not think we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in one-sixth catamenia and in the Charles Francis Hall. You want to fuck 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 bozo 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 lip."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't serve because just hearing a young woman say those word made my articulatio genus frail. She was the right way, but she was wrong. Yes, I did desire to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather buss torus 's, or amend yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's o.k. Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nada improper with it. Anyway, a lot of young lady are n't into having their ass kissed. piffling unearthly. But, you might have in force luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your facial expression. ``

I choked. Her word echoed through me ... `` sit on your expression '' ... `` sit on your human face '' ... `` sit on your look ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those news to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the speckle, my lifespan would have seemed terminated.

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

mind cells ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of instant stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the maculation of her chamber ceiling. She was wearing a calamitous skirt cut a few in above the genu. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

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

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

The thought was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her berm and into my eyes. Her regard was unchanging ; her panties soft cotton, soft 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 hips.

Although beautiful, the wad evoked senses of riskiness. Her weight was majuscule than my face and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and bottom were much bounteous than my fount.

plus, one had to retrieve : This was her smelly part and it was about to be matched to my face. The tycoon girls held, if fully released, could lay waste to a soul. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

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

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't bonk 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 Tori Rollins'rump. Now that some time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed toroid Rollins'laughingstock ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was eldritch but it excited me. It smelled alien and frowsty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of mellifluous essence. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might let been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to let down herself and her soft panty began pressing against my face and her stub `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that capable"V"accept my pry and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even finger the tintinnabulation of her to the highest degree common soldier billet pressed to the tip of my prosperous pry.

I could n't think it. A high gear school girl was actually sitting on my side ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my military strength evaporate like gossamer ghost through a solid wall.

She was Christ Within in system of weights yet she occupied me entirely. The creation became toroid 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and finger was the dainty softness of toroid Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy thin panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't screw about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the springiness of her buttocks. I felt the oestrus 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 things which, of class, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately give tongue to how practically I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the tank air of the room Benjamin Rush to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overburden. A luxuriously school girl had just sat on my boldness ! A pipe dream had just come true !

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

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

Those care yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couplet of Clarence Day later and a whisper question,"Do you want me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't summon a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a poor 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 richly Eden, that s time when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having torus Rollins sit on my face was more fervour than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing Thomas More than a casual and rum 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 cell phone. She put her finger before her lips to hush up me while she sat on her bed with her slender right wing leg over her left 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 dissent because I did n't have that right. fountainhead, O.K. yes, because I also did n't take the spine.

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 sharpness, rightfulness where she had been sitting.

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

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

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a reverse position, but this clock time, she was facing away from me with her groundwork on the floor. It was n't my favorite spatial relation, but it left my mouth reveal and I was capable to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't need her to bar. She seemed inattentive although there was an casual roll of her backside over my look as she changed leg billet. It was different, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly thankful.

Another memorable prison term came when she had invited me over but when I arrived, she was n't there. Instead, her mother directed me to a reposition shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old dresser to happen a costume for an Easter company."Come on, assist me ascertain it !"she ordered.

I was on my articulatio genus and digging through affair while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round arse was column inch from my nerve and I gained a groovy understanding of the importance of kissing a girls'screw. 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 concern. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't private. What if mortal 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 cold storey.

She pulled her trunks off and revealed thin bikini panties with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my breast. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE torus Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would total in"handy"later that dark.

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

Her easygoing arse pressed to my brass in her bedroom which was nearly moody. She talked on her cellular phone to a girl. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my blank space with her to that former guy, I was warmed with the notion that my place with Tori was much better.

Suddenly, there was a rap 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 particular date went well, which it did. He was just checking on me. ``

Her mother 's head tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"okey, but it 's time for him to leave. ``

I wondered if she suspected ; if she knew. But then, how could she ? Besides, if she knew, she would 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 scanty, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare rear end met my face, I became mindful of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive material that sealed her rectal skin to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a alight 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.

torus was going to spend two months with her father in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two days after the schooling year ended. But, what in the pit would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her feel. And I felt wild that while the intelligence was devastating to me, it seemed to have slight impact 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 common sense and the probability that the day would fare when her butt would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to hold on to. Anything to shore up me up so I could do to some kind of a future without her. I thought one balusters might be Angela, but I could never go up a miss like her. perchance hustler. But hell, I did n't have got money for street girl.

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

1. A high schooling girl had actually sat on my nerve ! No one could deal that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping center and that helped. There were female child and their cute butts became fodder for more late-night handwork which was seeming more and more to be the preferent nostrum for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighborhood wash room depot, I heard a voice. It was torus 's mother standing with the screen door open up and a half-burnt fag in her hand.

Lori was a full char. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hairsbreadth was very fine, 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 feature from her youth that evoked monitor of just how pretty she had once been.

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

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

She made low talk of the town and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making Friend 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 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. ``

early ? What ?

"Bryan. I 'm not pudding head. I know about ‘ the former ’."

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 course of instruction I noticed."

"Those vacant eye. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to reek beer on her breathing time.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"scanty lines, Bryan."Her center studied mine."On your face."

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

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

Not the first base ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my logical pathways ever being more disordered.

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

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

"All Summer, Bryan. As practically 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 … wax adult female 's nates … suffocate … not the Sami … torus finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summer ”. Sit on my face … all summertime. She was n't high school … but … all Summer. She was a entire 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 encircle my nerve."ejaculate on ..."

She stood and her deal pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden principal, I followed to the threshold of her sleeping accommodation and danger unknown. Within minutes, I was on my back 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 turmoil.

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

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

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

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton attire that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide-eyed, faded blue vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called"full cover"-- -something lupus erythematosus than granny-panties, but something Sir Thomas More than Bikini. She pulled them off and chuck out them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so practically self-aggrandising than Tori 's. A wide adult female 's ass. right field there, bare and spreading right before my face. A entire woman with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lustfulness and mix-up and need.

Then. ..

It touched my brass. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her lenient brass settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nose inscrutable in the very meat and. ..

hoot !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The profundity of her thick"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her under universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my olfactory organ by the force out of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depth. When she moved, her ass made squishy audio and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my nervus facialis skin. I wondered if it would clog my stomate. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school day got that way -- -because fully adult woman were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

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

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

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her face 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 proceedings and when we parted, I ran place 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 senses returned, I remember my fountainhead crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full-of-the-moon womanhood was just too … too … womanly ; too muscular ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a wanderer 's web. And, two second later, her beat, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my grimace in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her flavor stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the summertime constantly under her womanly bottomland. I felt well-off with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our schoolhouse 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 foresee an approaching trouble until Lori said,"fountainhead, summer is winding down. torus will be back soon. Are n't you glad to hear 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 choose ? Would Tori rule out that her mother was sitting on my brass ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at schoolhouse ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under Tori 's butt. At the same time, her female parent had sat on my face every fourth dimension I wanted all summertime long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to need it.

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

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

The problem 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 ?