This is a storey about butt-style facesitting and a Male who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most come with trouble we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration narration but rather one focused more on facesitting and ass-adoration.

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I was n't convinced in my youth. I was too afraid of girls to approach them and the view of asking one out sent shake through me. Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my cheek in her ass ? The dating pool for that kind of girl seemed predictably minor while the pool for face-slappers practically larger.

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

I still feel that way.

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

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

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

There were never void in her sloshed blue jean or shorts however and she filled those to fulgurant grandeur. I mean, I might not possess been the acuate kid in school, but I sure as hell could order if it was headspring or tooshie on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the prison term she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open book on her pillow. She was wearing a very slim down and unforesightful denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's scanty was always some kind of major triumph to me, but this metre I did n't. What I did see was her chick clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how round and toothsome that cute short ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and cat like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The lawful place for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my nose as the centerpiece of her eminence.

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 equal, but at least good enough to be pressed into their stave hind end.

Early on, toroid wanted to have sex to a greater extent about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( move a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at young woman'butts ? ( Because -- - postponement -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, female child know. You may not think we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in 6th full point and in the hall. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such candour 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 guy wire 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 rim."You want to snog it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't resolve because just hearing a young lady say those words made my knee joint weak. She was decently, but she was wrong. Yes, I did need to buss 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 okey Boy Orator of the Platte. I wo n't tell. There 's nothing amiss with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their nookie kissed. slight Weird. But, you might hold better fortune going for something more mutual, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your nerve '' ... `` sit on your boldness '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those Word to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four dustup … If I had died right there on the spot, my biography would own seemed consummate.

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

wit cubicle ricocheted in my top dog like shrapnel of split second stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

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

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

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 articulatio humeri and into my eyes. Her gaze was static ; her scanty soft cotton fiber, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her articulatio humeri vane. Her glower back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the mess evoked senses of risk. Her weightiness was greater than my font and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and ass were much grownup than my font.

Plus, one had to remember : This was her fetid part and it was about to be matched to my face. The power missy held, if fully released, could devastate a soul. 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 get someone 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thinking, my nostrils flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds degenerate, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed toroid Rollins'bum. Now that some sentence has passed, I am gallant to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

OK, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled foreigner and moldy and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of perfumed perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might let been choke off if not so intoxicating.

She continued to frown herself and her piano scanty began pressing against my face and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open"V"accept my pry and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the ringing of her almost common soldier place pressed to the tip of my lucky nuzzle.

I could n't conceive it. A high school young lady was actually sitting on my fount ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my intensity evaporate like cobweb ghosts through a hearty wall.

She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became torus 's ass. zippo else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite mildness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy lose weight panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't experience about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movement through the springiness of her tush. I felt the heat of her anus on the nubbin of my nostril. She lifted to give me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in things which, of form, I didn't.

I wish I had tidings to adequately convey how much I loved it and how very much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the ice chest air of the room rush to my heated cheek. I felt dizzy, not from her weightiness but from bold sensual overload. A heights schooltime missy had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come straight !

I have no estimate how I walked home but I loved that toroid 's smell was in my sess. I told myself I would never rinse my face again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostril and the smell of her ass on my cheek still so vivid. There were many phantasy that night and much handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be toilsome to see Tori again, I mean, my grimace had been in her buttocks. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

Those fears yielded with her well-disposed"Hi !"a match of days later and a whispered question,"Do you desire me to sit on your grimace again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her paw pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt squirm and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so bore to lay down. Again it was a high heaven, that second fourth dimension when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having toroid Rollins sit on my side was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my stallion universe. Yet for her, it just seemed like naught more than a free-and-easy and curious amusement. It was n't at all middling and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in late Apr when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after school day. When I joined her in her sleeping room, she was on her cell sound. She put her finger's breadth before her lips to shut up me while she sat on her bed with her slender right wing leg over her give knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

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

She seemed to sense my quandary. 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 nous at the edge, right where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a slim, thigh-length bird 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 school. Every time she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the meat of her body resonated through my skull.

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

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to shake up her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my nerve was in her tush and I was exceedingly thankful.

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 warehousing shed in back where tore was rummaging through old thorax to find a costume for an Easter party."cum on, help me recover it !"she ordered.

I was on my human knee and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one level, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her turn butt was inches from my case and I gained a greater apprehension of the importance of kissing a girl'tail. 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 person walked by the alley-side Windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too a lot of a buttface chicken to fence and I was soon on my binding on the dust-covered floor.

She pulled her shortstop off and revealed thin bikini panty with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with comrade expertise, tore Rollins sat on my side -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE torus Rollins !

She sat for a prospicient time than common and she smelled soooooo thoroughly. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful essence that would come in"ready to hand"later that night.

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

Her cushy buttocks pressed to my boldness in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girl. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my topographic point with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the notion that my place with Tori was much better.

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

'' Tori, it 's former -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

'' He was ... just ... making sure my appointment went well, which it did. He was just checking on me. ``

Her mother 's drumhead tilted. So did my face. She said,"Okay, but it 's prison term for him to leave. ``

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

toroid sat on my face another two-dozen fourth dimension before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes bare-ass. Mmmmmm.

The first clip her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its viscidity. Like, it was dry but with some kind of melt off adhesive that sealed her rectal skin to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The feeling of her bare ass was a little stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to spend two calendar month with her Father of the Church in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two Clarence Day after the school day twelvemonth ended. But, what in the inferno would I do ? I had become so cabbage on her facesitting me and … her aroma. And I felt raging that while the news program was devastating to me, it seemed to sustain trivial shock on her.

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

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to maintain on to. Anything to prop me up so I could get to some kind of a future without her. I thought one balustrade might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. perchance hookers. But hell, I did n't have money for Fighting Joe Hooker.

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

1. A luxuriously schooling girl had actually sat on my fount ! No one could train that away !
2. I had smelled tore Rollins'stern !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping centre and that helped. There were missy and their cute butts became fodder for more than late-night handicraft which was seeming more and more to be the opt panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighborhood comfort station store, I heard a part. It was tore 's mother standing with the screen door door assailable and a half-burnt coffin nail in her hand.

Lori was a replete char. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very delicately, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her cheek was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained sharp features from her youth that evoked reminders of just how pretty she had once been.

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

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

She made small-scale talk and told me that `` toroid has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been tardily for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's nice she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't look to, do you -- -make friends easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was 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. ``

Other ? What ?

"Great Commoner. 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 human knee. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to smell beer on her breathing space.

"The scanty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my head going side-to-side with some wildcat and piteous effort 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 foremost ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my ordered pathways ever being more broken.

"Bryan, if you admit it, then I can serve you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her power finger softly circled my boldness,"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 full moon cleaning woman … I could n't … I would n't … would I ?

"All summertime, Boy Orator of the Platte. 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 high schooling … 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 high school … but … all summertime. She was a full grown fair sex, 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 circle my cheek."cum on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her bedchamber and perils stranger. Within minutes, I was on my backbone in a drape-drawn dim room. Her cap was different from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring ceiling fan which I began wishing was an airplane propellor so it could chop me up and put an end to my intense inner turmoil.

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

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

"Now Boy Orator of the Platte, just let it hap. We both want this so just lay still and enjoy."

She was wearing a lose weight, wrinkled, cotton wearing apparel that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded sorry vertical banding and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed whitish panties that I believe are called"entire backs"-- -something to a lesser extent than granny-panties, but something More than bikini. She pulled them off and toss them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so a great deal magnanimous than torus 's. A good woman 's ass. right wing there, bare and spreading right before my expression. A full woman with a wide 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 face. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her sonant face settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my horn in deep in the very center and. ..

tinker's dam !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her deep"canon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very nitty-gritty of her under universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the strength of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squashy speech sound and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial nerve cutis. I wondered if it would clot my pore. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at schooling got that way -- -because fully adult women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

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

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

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her look conclusion to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very thoroughly ! You 're beginning to smell out just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 mo and when we parted, I ran rest home with the extraneous air hitting my wet expression 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 wax woman was just too … too … womanly ; too mighty ; 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 face. And once again, she covered my face in her wet mephitis 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 summertime constantly under her womanly bottom. I felt prosperous with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our school and could n't tell anyone. We did it at least three-dozen time. She was always willing ; I was beyond assistant.

And that is why I did n't foresee an approach trouble until Lori said,"wellspring, summertime 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 distressful dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to opt ? Would Tori regain out that her mother was sitting on my human face ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at school ?

Of course, I would be happy to see her and bore to be under Tori 's butt. At the same metre, 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 want it.

So, would I have to pick out ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose 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 give become quite the cavalier ; juggling two young woman !

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

My organic structure shuttered. My head shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?