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

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I was n't confident in my juvenility. I was too afraid of daughter to approach them and the cerebration of asking one out sent shivers through me. Besides, what commodity would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my typeface in her ass ? The dating pool for that kind of missy seemed predictably pocket-size while the pool for face-slappers much large.

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

I still feel that way.

My misgiving eased somewhat after we moved to a house next to Tori and I began to see her in her home surroundings. She seemed more … rule than the socialite I saw in schooltime.

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

Eventually, I was able to converse a little but only because she did well-nigh of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became brother because we did n't. I understood that I was just a backup when she had emptiness in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her cockeyed jeans or shortstop however and she filled those to fulgurant brilliance. I mean, I might not birth been the sharpest kid in school day, but I sure as hell could tell if it was caput or buns on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must state you about the time she was laying on her breadbasket on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and light denim wench. Seeing a girl 's panty was always some variety of John Roy Major triumph to me, but this clock time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the resplendence of just how round of drinks and scrumptious that cute minuscule 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 guy cable like me should not opine about fucking goddesses. The rightful stead for a goddess was sitting on the toilet of my face with my nozzle as the centerpiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but other buttfaces understand. We know that the closest match we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not rival, but at least good enough to be pressed into their round buns.

Early on, Tori wanted to know Sir Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( get a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girls'butts ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, miss 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 manor hall. You want to eff her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such directness from a female child 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 Guy 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 forefinger finger pressed to her brim."You want to snog it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to osculate Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a young lady say those Good Book made my knees weak. She was redress, but she was ill-timed. Yes, I did want to osculate Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss tore 's, or proficient yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Boy Orator of the Platte. I wo n't secernate. There 's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of lady friend are n't into having their asses kissed. niggling uncanny. But, you might accept secure portion going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her row echoed through me ... `` sit on your fount '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your typeface ''. I could n't conceive that a girlfriend had actually said those wrangle to me ! Listen, I do n't suppose you understand. Those four actor's line … If I had died right there on the place, my lifetime would birth seemed all over.

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

psyche cells ricocheted in my mind like shrapnel of instantaneous stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the speckles of her sleeping accommodation roof. She was wearing a black skirt cut a few inches above the human knee. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

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

She pulled her skirt 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 shoulder and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties soft cotton, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder vane. Her lower back concaved to her spreading pelvic arch.

Although beautiful, the quite a little evoked senses of danger. Her weight was with child than my grimace and could pin me without resort. The property of her hips and bottom were much bigger than my look.

asset, one had to remember : This was her smelly voice and it was about to be matched to my expression. The power girlfriend held, if fully released, could lay waste to 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 than that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed young woman'tail end were to get individual 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't recognise 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 toroid Rollins'can. Now that some time has passed, I am gallant to say it again : I sniffed torus Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

O.K., so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled extraterrestrial and musty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of sweet aroma. It was down-to-earth yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her delicate panty began pressing against my nerve and her keister `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open"V"accept my scent and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the anchor ring of her most individual station pressed to the tip of my lucky nose.

I could n't conceive it. A mellow school young lady was actually sitting on my side ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer spectre through a solid wall.

She was loose in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori 's ass. goose egg else existed. All I could see and find was the exquisite softness of torus Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my human face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my case through those sexy sparse panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't have a go at it about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the springiness of her posterior. I felt the heat energy of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to cave in me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in thing which, of course of action, I didn't.

I wish I had Son to adequately express how much I loved it and how lots I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the ice chest air of the room surge to my inflame face. I felt dizzy, not from her weightiness but from trend sensual overburden. A high school young lady had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come genuine !

I have no melodic theme how I walked home but I loved that toroid 's smell was in my sens. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostrils and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that night and much handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be severe to see torus again, I mean, my face had been in her rump. Had I become too unusual now ? Maybe just a risible buttface ?

Those fears yielded with her favorable"Hi !"a couple of days later and a whisper question,"Do you want me to sit on your typeface again ?"

I could n't come up a answer but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast tooshie wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a in high spirits Eden, that secondly prison term when she again sat on my cheek.

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

I remember a nighttime in late April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her finger's breadth before her backtalk to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right leg over her leave alone stifle 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 resist because I did n't have that right field. Well, fine yes, because I also did n't have the spine.

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

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

She was wearing a thin out, thigh-length dame and she did n't bear on it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every fourth dimension she spoke to her friend, 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 turn position, but this time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It was n't my best-loved positioning, but it left my oral fissure exposed and I was able to pass off without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with dumb reverence, not wanting to stir up her because I did n't require her to kibosh. She seemed inattentive although there was an casual roll of her tail over my face as she changed leg spot. It was unlike, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly grateful.

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 storage shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chest of drawers to find a costume for an Easter party."Come on, facilitate me obtain it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one percentage point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her rhythm goat was column inch from my face and I gained a bully intellect of the importance of kissing a girls'bottom. 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 interest. 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 lots of a buttface crybaby to fence and I was soon on my cover on the dusty base.

She pulled her drawers off and revealed slight bikini panties with quarter-sized smuggled polka Elvis. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. 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 square butt-grinding, my grimace had a beautiful perfume that would come in"handy"later that dark.

Another memorable time came just after midnight in the calendar month of May. She had come home from a date and asked me to come up over. Despite my green-eyed monster, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her notion of facesitting.

Her balmy rump pressed to my brass in her sleeping room which was nearly sinister. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unknown, her talking about one guy while sitting on the fount of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the feeling that my place with torus was much unspoilt.

Suddenly, there was a knock 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 female parent 's head tilted. So did my heart. She said,"okey, but it 's time for him to allow. ``

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

tore sat on my face another two-dozen sentence before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in pantie, and sometimes in the raw. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare stub met my face, I became cognizant of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal tegument to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a scant 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.

Tori was going to pass two calendar month with her male parent in Grand Canyon State. She would leave June 13th, two 24-hour interval after the school day year ended. But, what in the hellhole would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her tone. And I felt raging that while the news show was devastating to me, it seemed to have short impact on her.

What a sap ! What a gull I was ! It was n't her mistake. I was the one who had become so at sea in her ass that I had ignored usual signified and the probability that the day would come when her rear end would n't be in my expression. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for banister. Something to reserve on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some variety of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never set about a little girl like her. Maybe hookers. But hell, I did n't have money for Hooker.

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 school girl had actually sat on my fount ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled tore Rollins'posterior !

The day she left, I meandered without a programme. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping centre and that helped. There were female child and their cute butt joint became fresh fish for to a greater extent late-night handicraft which was seeming more and more to be the favor cure-all for the sexually downtrodden.

A workweek later as I was returning from the region convenience fund, I heard a vocalisation. It was torus 's mother standing with the cover door exposed and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish second joint but not fat. A full trunk but not overweight. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold filament. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained needlelike feature article from her young that evoked admonisher of just how middling she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the cigarette. `` I know you miss Tori. 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 drinking glass. I declined.

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been gentle for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's dainty 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. ``

other ? What ?

"Boy Orator of the Platte. I 'm not stupe. I know about ‘ the early ’."

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 form I noticed."

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

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"pantie lines, Bryan."Her eye studied mine."On your face."

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

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

Not the first of all ? What ?

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

I could n't retrieve my lucid nerve tract ever being more disordered.

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

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

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

I could n't … to many reasonableness … she was n't mellow school … to the full woman 's rear … suffocate … not the same … Tori finding out … I could n't …

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

She stood and her mitt pulled mine and like a marionette with a wooden brain, I followed to the doorway of her bedroom and perils unknown. Within transactions, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim elbow room. Her ceiling was dissimilar from toroid 's and it had a slow-whirring cap fan which I began wishing was an airplane propeller so it could chop me up and put an end to my vivid inside hullabaloo.

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

Except for that fan, the room was tranquillity. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My brain screamed to run like hell 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 dress that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide-cut, faded blue vertical band and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called"broad backs"-- -something LE than granny-panties, but something to a greater extent than two-piece. She pulled them off and flung them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so practically bigger than Tori 's. A full womanhood 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my aspect. A wide woman with a fully rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lust and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my facial expression. My body jerked. It began to commingle itself to me. Her soft face 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 profoundness of her deep"canon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her chthonic universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nozzle by the forces of solemnity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depth. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my seventh cranial nerve skin. I wondered if it would clog my pores. 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 adult cleaning lady were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so dissimilar. 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 iron up into my nostril. I knew that once it was there, the smelling of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hours. Every time I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her face finis to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very good ! You 're beginning to smell out 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 typeface 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 green goddess returned, I remember my fountainhead crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full char was just too … too … womanly ; too potent ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

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

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

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

Although I was overjoyed with her return, it created an instant and worrying quandary

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori chance out that her mother was sitting on my facial expression ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at school ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under Tori 's butt. At the same prison term, her mother had sat on my grimace every time I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to need it.

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

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

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

My torso shuttered. My head shook.

What in the Inferno was I going to do ?