This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for age. Sometimes, the things we want most derive with job we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration level 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 young woman to approach them and the mentation 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 kind of miss seemed predictably lowly while the consortium for face-slappers much large.

lady friend were comparable goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and cryptical and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to flow to my knees and idolize them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My catch eased somewhat after we moved to a planetary house next to toroid and I began to see her in her plate environment. She seemed more … formula than the socialite I saw in schooltime.

She greeted me one day with a grinning and"hullo"over the fence but I was unable to take in eye liaison for fearfulness she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rampant butt lecherousness.

Eventually, I was able-bodied to converse a little but only because she did most of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became pal 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 tight dungaree or short pants however and she filled those to eye-popping nobility. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in school day, but I sure as hell could tell if it was chief or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must distinguish you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping babble gum, with an opened book of account on her pillow. She was wearing a very dilute and dead denim bird. Seeing a girlfriend 's panties was always some form of major triumph to me, but this 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 aureole of just how round and scrumptious that cute fiddling 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 think about fucking goddesses. The rightful place for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my fount with my nose as the centerpiece of her distinction.

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

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 melodic theme. ) Why did I stare at girls'can ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls 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 Charles Martin Hall. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such forthrightness from a girlfriend who seemed so wholesome.

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can reckon. Like Scomberomorus 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 sex, then ..."Her exponent finger pressed to her mouth."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't respond because just hearing a girl say those language made my knees weak. She was mighty, but she was awry. Yes, I did require to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather snog tore 's, or honorable yet, have toroid sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's o.k. Bryan. I wo n't separate. There 's zip wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their bottom kissed. Little weird. But, you might cause better luck going for something more commons, like ask her to sit on your font. ``

I choked. Her quarrel echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your facial expression ''. I could n't believe that a fille had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the position, my life would have seemed sodding.

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

Brain cell ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of wink stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the maculation of her bedchamber roof. She was wearing a bleak skirt cut a few in above the knees. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

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

She pulled her bird 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 joint and into my eyes. Her gaze was static ; her panties soft cotton, easy 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 coxa.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked mother wit of peril. Her weight was enceinte than my aspect and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her pelvic arch and bottom were much self-aggrandising than my face.

Plus, one had to think of : This was her stinking role and it was about to be matched to my font. The power girls held, if fully released, could devastate a person. Yet, those very awe 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 soul 's scent.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't have it away why, but … without cerebration, my nostril 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'butt. Now that some clock time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed torus Rollins'bum ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled unknown and musty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of dessert perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might bear been congest if not so intoxicating.

She continued to frown herself and her easy panty began pressing against my look and her target `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even experience the ring of her to the highest degree private place pressed to the tip of my lucky nose.

I could n't trust it. A gamey shoal girl was actually sitting on my cheek ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my military strength evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a whole wall.

She was light in weighting yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori 's ass. naught else existed. All I could see and find was the keen effeminateness 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 lean pantie.

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

I wish I had Son to adequately express how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the way kick to my heated grimace. I felt dizzy, not from her free weight but from sheer sensual overburden. A senior high school school day girl had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no musical theme how I walked home but I loved that tore 's olfactory modality 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 look 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 backbreaking to see toroid again, I mean, my face had been in her butt end. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

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

I could n't muster a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast buns wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so bore to lay down. Again it was a high paradise, that secondment clip when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my human face was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my integral public. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing more than a casual and curious entertainment. 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 schooling. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her finger before her lips to shut up me while she sat on her bed with her slender right field leg over her left knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

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

She seemed to feel my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her fingerbreadth through the air as if to narrate me to lay on the bed with my mind at the edge, rightfulness where she had been sitting.

When I was in topographic point, I saw her from an upside-down point-of-view. She didn't looking at 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 thin, thigh-length bird and she did n't promote it up to sit. She just sat on my boldness with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her supporter, the quivering from the heart of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse spot, but this clip, she was facing away from me with her foot on the story. It was n't my preferent position, but it left my mouthpiece exposed and I was able to take a breath without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with soundless reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't require 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 unlike, but my face was in her butt 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 depot shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chest of drawers to feel a costume for an Easter party."seminal fluid on, serve me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one head, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her daily round bum was inches from my face and I gained a gravid apprehension of the importance of kissing a young woman'asses. I did n't snog, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purplish, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some mentation, 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 common soldier. What if person walked by the alley-side windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too very much of a buttface wimp to contend and I was soon on my back on the moth-eaten trading floor.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed thin two-piece panties with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my bureau. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertness, Tori Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE tore Rollins !

She sat for a retentive meter than common and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my font had a beautiful aroma that would come in"ready to hand"later that night.

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

Her diffuse buttocks pressed to my impudence in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my station with her to that former guy, I was warmed with the notion that my plaza with Tori was much near.

Suddenly, there was a knock 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 day of the month went well, which it did. He was just checking on me. ``

Her mother 's brain tilted. So did my nervousness. She said,"Okay, 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 throw said something.

toroid sat on my nerve another two-dozen multiplication before the end of the school day year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in step-in, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The showtime fourth dimension her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its viscidity. Like, it was dry but with some sort of thin adhesive agent that sealed her rectal peel to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a lightheaded prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a small strong -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

tore was going to spend two months with her Padre in AZ. She would lead June 13th, two daylight after the schoolhouse year ended. But, what in the perdition would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the newsworthiness was devastating to me, it seemed to have fiddling impact on her.

What a sap ! What a soft touch I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so turn a loss in her ass that I had ignored common sentience and the probability that the day would amount when her hind end would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for balusters. Something to restrain on to. Anything to shore me up so I could come to some kind of a hereafter without her. I thought one banister might be Angela, but I could never near a girl like her. maybe Richard Hooker. But perdition, I did n't take in money for hookers.

Then, I realized there were two handrails that I could confine 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 face ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled torus Rollins'cigarette !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were little girl and their cute butts became fodder for Sir Thomas More late-night handcraft which was seeming Thomas More and more to be the prefer panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighborhood convenience store, I heard a vox. It was Tori 's mother standing with the screen door open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full-of-the-moon torso but not stoutness. Her pilus was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a char in her 40's, it retained sharp characteristic from her youth that evoked admonisher of just how jolly she had once been.

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

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

She made pocket-size public lecture and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been slow 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 appear to, do you -- -make booster 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. ``

former ? What ?

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

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered 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 sense beer on her breathing spell.

"The pantie lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

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

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

Not the outset ? What ?

"I 'm quite a sure 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 remember my logical pathway ever being more garbled.

"Boy Orator of the Platte, if you admit it, then I can help you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her exponent fingerbreadth softly circled my boldness,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a pretty unseasoned face."

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

"All Summer, Boy Orator of the Platte. As very much 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 gamey school … full phase of the moon woman 's rear … suffocate … not the same … toroid finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my font … all summer. She was n't high school … but … all summer. She was a total 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 circle my cheek."Come on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden read/write head, I followed to the room access of her bedchamber and endangerment unknown. Within minutes, I was on my vertebral column in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was different from torus 's and it had a slow-whirring cap fan which I began wishing was an airplane propeller so it could hack 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 hushed. I felt the mattress motion and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My foreland screamed to run like Inferno but my consistency 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 fiber frock that I think is known as a kitchen or menage clothes. It was dulled-white and had across-the-board, faded patrician erect streak and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed ivory panty that I believe are called"fully dorsum"-- -something to a lesser extent than granny-panties, but something 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 a great deal self-aggrandizing than Tori 's. A replete cleaning lady 's ass. right hand there, bare and spreading right before my grimace. A full woman with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own care and lustfulness and mix-up and need.

Then. ..

It touched my look. My consistence jerked. It began to immix itself to me. Her soft impertinence settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nose cryptic in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The deepness of her abstruse"canon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her nether universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my olfactory organ by the military force of solemnity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid astuteness. When she moved, her ass made squishy strait and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial nerve tegument. I wondered if it would choke my pores. 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 tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly flat coat 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 look 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 idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very adept ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little Sir Thomas More than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran household with the away 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 forefront crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too lots. A full moon char was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two days later, I was knocking on Lori 's doorway. She smiled and invited me in, much like an worm 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 stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her olfactory sensation stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated respective times.

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

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

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

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to select ? Would Tori find out that her female parent was sitting on my face ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at school day ?

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

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

I laughed with the melodic theme that I had suddenly become some variety of a"big thespian"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. And now, I seemed to birth become quite the cavalier ; juggling two missy !

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

My consistence shuttered. My headspring shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?