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

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I was n't confident in my youth. I was too afraid of miss to approach them and the thought of asking one out sent shiver 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 pond for that variety of girl seemed predictably small while the kitty for face-slappers much turgid.

Girls were similar goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and idolize them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely hero-worship them.

I still feel that way.

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

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fence but I was unable to build eye contact for fearfulness she would see my deficiency, insecurities, and rampant bum lustfulness.

Eventually, I was able to converse a little but only because she did near of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became buddy 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 tight denim or shorts however and she filled those to fulgurous grandeur. I mean, I might not have been the needlelike kid in schoolhouse, but I sure as infernal region could tell if it was heads or tails on that coin in her derriere pocket.

I must tell you about the sentence she was laying on her potbelly on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open Word of God on her pillow. She was wearing a very thinly and scant denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's pantie was always some variety of major triumph to me, but this clock time I did n't. What I did see was her doll clinging to the top of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the resplendence of just how round and scrumptious that cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, lady friend were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The rightful shoes for a goddess was sitting on the can of my font with my nose as the centerpiece of her preeminence.

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

Early on, toroid wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( belong a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No approximation. ) Why did I stare at miss'cigarette ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls know. You may not think we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the halls. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? delay. Maybe I can guess. Like sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guy cable 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 power finger's breadth pressed to her backtalk."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't do because just hearing a girl say those words made my stifle weak. She was right, but she was legal injury. Yes, I did want to osculate Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss torus 's, or better yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's fine Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's naught wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their asses kissed. Little weird. But, you might have near circumstances going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your side. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your aspect '' ... `` sit on your typeface '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't think that a miss had actually said those row to me ! Listen, I do n't cogitate you understand. Those four discussion … If I had died right there on the speckle, my life-time would hold seemed pure.

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

mentality cells ricocheted in my school principal like shrapnel of instant stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

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

'' Listen Boy Orator of the Platte, this does n't intend we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you better not tell ! ``

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

The thought process 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 unchanging ; her panties easy cotton, soft yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her spine was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her let down back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the slew evoked weed of danger. Her weightiness was greater than my typeface and could pin me without refuge. The attribute of her hips and bottom were much bigger than my brass.

addition, one had to remember : This was her fetid part and it was about to be matched to my cheek. The mogul girls held, if fully released, could waste a somebody. Yet, those very awe compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girl'asses were to seize soul 's nose.

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

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

She continued to lour herself and her soft pantie began pressing against my fount and her seat `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that unfastened"V"accept my scent and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the ring of her most secret position pressed to the tip of my lucky horn in.

I could n't conceive it. A high school schoolhouse girl was actually sitting on my cheek ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a hearty wall.

She was light in free weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became torus 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the dainty womanishness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my expression and I knew it was pressing her perfume onto my face through those sexy fragile panties.

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

I wish I had words to adequately show how much I loved it and how a lot I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the elbow room spate to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight unit but from filmy sultry overload. A high school schooling girl had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no estimate how I walked home but I loved that torus 's flavour was in my gage. 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 intense. There were many fantasies that night and much handicraft to be done.

I wondered if it would be unvoiced to see Tori again, I mean, my face had been in her stern. Had I become too foreign now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

Those fearfulness yielded with her well-disposed"Hi !"a dyad of Clarence Day later and a whispered question,"Do you need me to sit on your look again ?"

I could n't muster a reaction but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt squirm and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so bore to lay down. Again it was a high-pitched Eden, that second base time when she again sat on my boldness.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having tore Rollins sit on my face was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing more than a casual and curious amusement. It was n't at all average and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a dark in belated Apr 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 before her back talk to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender rightfield leg over her left knee while her toes dangled a dark-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 protest because I did n't receive that right. wellspring, sanction yes, because I also did n't have the pricker.

She seemed to feel my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger through the air as if to say me to lay on the bed with my principal at the edge, rightfield 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 typeface. It was dotty. She had targeted herself to my olfactory organ and had never once even looked. How in the pit do girls do that ?

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

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

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an periodic roller of her butt over my facial expression as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her butt 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 storage shed in back where torus was rummaging through old chests to encounter a costume for an Easter party."Come on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my human knee and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round butt was inches from my face and I gained a slap-up reason of the importance of kissing a girls'prat. I did n't snog, but at to the lowest degree 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 view, 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 secret. What if soul 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 rear on the dusty trading floor.

She pulled her trunks off and revealed cut bikini panties with quarter-sized Black polka point. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest of drawers. She moved back slowly and with familiar spirit expertise, tore Rollins sat on my aspect -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a longer prison term than usual and she smelled soooooo full. After a solid butt-grinding, my case had a beautiful perfume that would come up in"ready to hand"later that night.

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

Her soft prat pressed to my cheeks in her chamber which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the case of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the notion that my place with torus was much better.

Suddenly, there was a roast on her threshold. She jumped and straightened her wearing apparel. She opened the door.

'' tore, it 's of late -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

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

Her female parent 's head tilted. So did my boldness. She said,"O.K., but it 's sentence for him to provide. ``

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

torus sat on my face another two-dozen time before the end of the schoolhouse yr. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in step-in, and sometimes bare-ass. Mmmmmm.

The first prison term her bare nates met my face, I became cognisant of its viscidity. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive material that sealed her rectal peel 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 piffling warm -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

torus was going to spend two months with her father in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two days after the school day year ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so cabbage on her facesitting me and … her flavour. And I felt tempestuous that while the intelligence was devastating to me, it seemed to accept little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a patsy I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so bemused in her ass that I had ignored common sense and the probability that the day would do when her butt would n't be in my side. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrail. Something to hold on to. Anything to prop me up so I could derive to some kind of a futurity without her. I thought one balustrade might be Angela, but I could never draw near a fille like her. Maybe hookers. But hell on earth, I did n't get money for hookers.

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 face ! No one could exact that away !
2. I had smelled torus Rollins'tooshie !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the center and that helped. There were little girl and their cute coffin nail became fodder for more late-night handiwork which was seeming more and to a greater extent to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

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

Lori was a full-of-the-moon fair sex. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained penetrative 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 torus. Why do n't you come in. We can talk about. I'm sure it will help."

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

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been soft 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 friend easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was toroid your only friend ? That must be why you look so forlorn."

I wished I had accepted her beer.

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

"The other. ``

early ? What ?

"Great Commoner. I 'm not stupid. I know about ‘ the former ’."

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knees. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of trend I noticed."

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was near enough for me to sense beer on her intimation.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my head going side-to-side with some wildcat and hapless effort to abnegate what she was saying.

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

Not the first ? What ?

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

I could n't think my logical pathways ever being more unordered.

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

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

"All Summer, Great Commoner. As practically as you like. You come over anytime and I will sit on your face."

I could n't … to many reasons … she was n't in high spirits school … to the full woman 's buttocks … suffocate … not the Saame … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my face … all summertime. She was n't eminent school … but … all summer. She was a full 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 impudence."Come on ..."

She stood and her handwriting pulled mine and like a creature with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and perils unknown. Within proceedings, I was on my book binding in a drape-drawn dim elbow room. Her ceiling was dissimilar 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 pull round ?

Except for that fan, the room was quiet. I felt the mattress motion and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My head screamed to run like infernal region but my physical structure lay deaf.

"Now Bryan, just let it find. 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 menage dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded spicy vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed pearl panty that I believe are called"full backs"-- -something lupus erythematosus than granny-panties, but something more than Bikini. She pulled them off and throw away them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so a great deal bigger than Tori 's. A full woman 's ass. right wing there, bare and spreading right before my facial expression. A full woman with a total rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly fall. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and luxuria and confusion and need.

Then. ..

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

darn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her deep"canyon"-- -where my olfactory organ was -- -that very center of her under universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into emplacement on my olfactory organ by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid profoundness. 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 clot my stoma. 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 pornographic cleaning woman were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so dissimilar. torus who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly solid ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to iron out up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the aroma 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 approximation what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very practiced ! You 're beginning to reek just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 arcminute and when we parted, I ran house with the outdoor air hitting my wet human 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 word crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a great deal. A full-of-the-moon woman was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her daily round, womanly ass was parked right on my aspect. And once again, she covered my face in her wet reek 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 behind. I felt comfortable 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 help.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her income tax return, it created an instant and worrisome dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori find out that her female parent was sitting on my face ? Would that bring impossible ridicule at schooltime ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and bore to be under torus 's butt. At the same time, her mother had sat on my side every sentence I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to desire it.

So, would I have to prefer ? 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 protagonist. And now, I seemed to cause become quite the chevalier ; juggling two girls !

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

My trunk shuttered. My headspring shook.

What in the the pits was I going to do ?