This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a Male who craved it for age. Sometimes, the things we want most come with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration news report 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 daughter to approach them and the thought process of asking one out sent shudder through me. Besides, what trade 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 kind of girl seemed predictably humble while the pocket billiards for face-slappers much with child.

young woman were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my human knee and worship them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

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

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fence but I was ineffective to make eye touch for fear she would see my insufficiency, insecurities, and rampant butt luxuria.

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

There were never emptiness in her close jeans or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not accept been the acute kid in school, but I sure as inferno could tell if it was heads or tush on that coin in her buns pocket.

I must tell apart you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping burp gum, with an open Quran on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and inadequate denim chick. Seeing a daughter 's panties was always some kind of John Major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her dame clinging to the tiptop of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the resplendence of just how rung and delectable that precious little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not call up about fucking goddesses. The rightful place for a goddess was sitting on the pot of my face with my olfactory organ as the centrepiece of her distinction.

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 match, but at least adept enough to be pressed into their daily round rear.

Early on, Tori wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girl'behind ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, fille know. You may not cogitate we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth catamenia and in the mansion house. You want to have it away her ass, do n't you ? ``

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can imagine. 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 sex, then ..."Her index finger pressed to her back talk."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to snog Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those intelligence made my knees weak. She was right-hand, but she was damage. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss Tori 's, or better yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's O.K. Boy Orator of the Platte. I wo n't distinguish. There 's nothing faulty with it. Anyway, a lot of young woman are n't into having their asses kissed. fiddling weird. But, you might have better portion going for something more plebeian, like ask her to sit on your human face. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your nerve '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your cheek ''. I could n't trust that a girl had actually said those Bible to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four Son … If I had died right there on the pip, my life would feature seemed ended.

'' Have you ever thought about that, Boy Orator of the Platte ? Her eyes studied me before she added,"Because I have."

Brain electric cell 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 heart and soul of her bed.

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

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

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 oculus. Her regard was unchanging ; her panties diffuse cotton fiber, delicate yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder leaf blade. Her lower back concaved to her spreading rosehip.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked senses of peril. Her weight was greater than my cheek and could pin me without recourse. The proportion of her articulatio coxae and bottom were much bigger than my face.

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

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

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't lie with why, but … without thought process, my anterior naris 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 prison term has passed, I am gallant to say it again : I sniffed toroid Rollins'goat ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was unearthly but it excited me. It smelled alien and mouldy and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of sweet aroma. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might have been smutty if not so intoxicating.

She continued to bring down herself and her soft step-in began pressing against my face and her stern `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open up"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the ring of her most common soldier place pressed to the tip of my lucky nose.

I could n't believe it. A highschool schooltime daughter was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strong point evaporate like cobweb specter through a substantial wall.

She was light in system of weights yet she occupied me entirely. The cosmos became Tori 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the keen softness of tore Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her odour onto my look through those sexy thin step-in.

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

I wish I had words to adequately express how often I loved it and how often I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room haste to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her exercising weight but from downright sensual overburden. A gamy school miss had just sat on my brass ! A dream had just come rightful !

I have no idea how I walked home but I loved that toroid '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 tactile property of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that Night and very much handicraft to be done.

I wondered if it would be concentrated to see tore again, I mean, my boldness had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

Those fears yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a pair of twenty-four hour period later and a whispered interrogative sentence,"Do you want me to sit on your nerve again ?"

I could n't summon a reception but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a piteous lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so aegir to lay down. Again it was a highschool Eden, that second metre when she again sat on my case.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having torus Rollins sit on my cheek was more excitation than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire cosmos. Yet for her, it just seemed like cypher Thomas More than a everyday and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a nighttime in recent April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after schooltime. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cellphone earpiece. She put her finger's breadth before her lips to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right 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 let that right hand. Well, okay 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 evidence me to lay on the bed with my headland 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 look at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my aspect. It was unhinged. She had targeted herself to my nuzzle and had never once even looked. How in the the pits do girlfriend do that ?

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

It was so dissimilar because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse view, but this time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It was n't my preferred stance, but it left my mouth exposed and I was able-bodied to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with tacit reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't desire her to blockade. She seemed neglectful although there was an occasional roll of her tooshie over my cheek as she changed leg positions. It was dissimilar, but my brass was in her behind 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 storage shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chest to find a costume for an Easter party."Come on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my stifle and digging through matter while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round bottom was inches from my aspect and I gained a greater reason of the importance of kissing a fille'hind end. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purpurate, 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 female parent came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to argue and I was soon on my back on the cold floor.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed thin bikini panties with quarter-sized black polka Lucy in the sky with diamonds. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with companion expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my boldness -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE tore Rollins !

She sat for a prospicient time than common and she smelled soooooo good. After a upstanding butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful fragrance that would get in"handy"later that Nox.

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

Her easygoing derriere pressed to my boldness in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cellular phone to a girl. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the case of another. When I compared my place with her to that early guy, I was warmed with the belief that my spot with Tori was much safe.

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

'' Tori, it 's late -- -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 head tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"okeh, 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 typeface another two-dozen prison term before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in pantie, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare can met my face, I became aware of its cohesiveness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive agent that sealed her rectal pelt to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light 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 day year was winding down, I received the bad news.

Tori was going to spend two months with her father in Arizona. She would bequeath June 13th, two days after the school day year ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her odour. And I felt furious that while the tidings was devastating to me, it seemed to take in piffling impact on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her error. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored mutual good sense and the probability that the day would come when her buttocks would n't be in my font. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for bannister. Something to check on to. Anything to shore me up so I could descend to some form of a time to come without her. I thought one balustrade might be Angela, but I could never approach a little girl like her. Maybe Fighting Joe Hooker. But nether region, I did n't have money for hookers.

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

1. A high schooltime girl had actually sat on my grimace ! No one could study that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping centre and that helped. There were girl and their cute butts became fodder for Thomas More late-night handiwork which was seeming more and to a greater extent to be the pet nostrum for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighbourhood convenience store, I heard a voice. It was Tori 's female parent standing with the screen threshold open and a half-burnt butt in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thigh but not fat. A wide-cut trunk but not fleshy. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold fibril. Her cheek was squarish and while it was clearly that of a adult female in her 40's, it retained sharp characteristic from her youth that evoked reminder of just how fairly she had once been.

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

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

She made minor talking and told me that `` torus has friends in table. Making friends has always been easy for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's skillful 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 Tori your only friend ? That must be why you look so forlorn."

I wished I had accepted her beer.

"Or, is there something else ? Is there ? I mean … you know ..."She paused again.

"The other. ``

former ? What ?

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

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

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

"The step-in lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"Panty agate line, Bryan."Her middle studied mine."On your face."

I felt my capitulum 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 beginning ? What ?

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

I could n't think back my logical footpath ever being more broken.

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

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

"All Summer, William Jennings Bryan. As a good deal 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 senior high shoal … full phase of the moon womanhood 's rise … suffocate … not the Saame … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my nerve … all summer. She was n't richly schooltime … but … all summer. She was a full grown cleaning lady, but she had said … sit on my side … 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 cheek."Come on ..."

She stood and her hired man pulled mine and like a tool with a wooden caput, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and riskiness terra incognita. Within minutes, I was on my spinal column in a drape-drawn dim room. Her roof was different from torus '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 exist ?

Except for that fan, the elbow room was quiet. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My head screamed to run like blaze but my 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 thin, wrinkled, cotton plant dress that I think is known as a kitchen or house dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue vertical stripe and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed pearl step-in that I believe are called"full-of-the-moon rear"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something 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 bigger than Tori 's. A full woman 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A to the full woman with a entire rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own concern and lust and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my look. My body jerked. It began to meld itself to me. Her gentle face settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my aspect. I felt my nose mystifying in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The profundity of her late"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very nerve centre 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 squishy sound and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial peel. I wondered if it would foul 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 women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. torus who had simply been meretricious with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly primer it into me, I felt some of her moisture 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 hours. Every time 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 thought what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very good ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran home 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 head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A replete fair sex was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two solar day later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an worm to a spider 's web. And, two transactions later, her round, 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 odor 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 posterior. I felt well-heeled with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our schoolhouse and could n't state anyone. We did it at to the lowest degree three-dozen multiplication. She was always unforced ; I was beyond helper.

And that is why I did n't anticipate an approach problem until Lori said,"Well, summertime is winding down. Tori will be back soon. Are n't you glad to see that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her takings, it created an jiffy and perturbing dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to opt ? Would Tori feel out that her mother was sitting on my side ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at schooling ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and aegir to be under tore 's posterior. At the same fourth dimension, her mother had sat on my face every clip I wanted all summer long. And yes, it was filthy but … well … I had come to want it.

So, would I have to take ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose both ?

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

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

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the inferno was I going to do ?