This is a fib about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for geezerhood. Sometimes, the affair we want most get along with problems 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 convinced in my youth. I was too afraid of lady friend to approach them and the thought of asking one out sent thrill 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 puddle for that kind of girl seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers much larger.

missy were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to pass to my genu and worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely hero-worship them.

I still feel that way.

My collar eased somewhat after we moved to a sign next to Tori and I began to see her in her home surroundings. She seemed more … pattern than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a grin and"how-do-you-do"over the fence but I was unable to seduce eye middleman for reverence she would see my insufficiency, insecurities, and rampant butt lecherousness.

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

There were never vacancies in her crocked jeans or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not have got been the discriminating kid in schoolhouse, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or prat on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must state you about the time she was laying on her stomach on her bed, popping burble gum, with an surface account book on her pillow. She was wearing a very slenderize and short denim skirt. Seeing a little girl 's panties was always some kind of John R. Major victory to me, but this metre I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the acme of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how turn and delectable that cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, daughter 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 expression with my nose as the centerpiece of her preeminence.

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

Early on, toroid wanted to live more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( break down a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No estimate. ) Why did I stare at little girl'rump ? ( Because -- - time lag -- - what ? )

'' William Jennings Bryan, daughter know. You may not think we 're paying aid but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth menstruation and in the halls. You want to roll in the hay her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such candour from a young woman 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 guys 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 lips."You want to snog it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to osculate Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't suffice because just hearing a young lady say those language made my knees rickety. She was right field, but she was wrong. Yes, I did require to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss torus 's, or skilful yet, have toroid sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Great Commoner. I wo n't tell. There 's nil amiss with it. Anyway, a lot of girlfriend are n't into having their derriere kissed. Little weird. But, you might take advantageously luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't believe that a female child had actually said those Word of God to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the stain, my biography would have seemed ended.

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

Brain cellular telephone ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of instantaneous stupor.

'' seminal fluid on,"she said."Let 's try it."

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the speckles of her bedchamber ceiling. She was wearing a black skirt cut a few in above the knees. She knelt adjacent to me with a coy smile.

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

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

The opinion was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and into my centre. Her regard was unchanging ; her panties soft cotton, subdued yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her rear was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder joint blade. Her grim back concaved to her spreading rose hip.

Although beautiful, the ken evoked senses of peril. Her weight was greater than my aspect and could pin me without recourse. The property of her pelvis 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 tycoon girlfriend held, if fully released, could devastate a person. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed lady friend'bottom were to capture person 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thought, 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 meter has passed, I am majestic to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

okay, so that was Weird but it excited me. It smelled alien and musty and celestial yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of mellisonant fragrance. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to depress herself and her easy step-in began pressing against my face and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that clear"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the hoop of her virtually common soldier blank space pressed to the tip of my favorable poke.

I could n't believe it. A senior high school school girl was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a solid wall.

She was light in weighting yet she occupied me entirely. The cosmos became toroid 's ass. zilch else existed. All I could see and find was the exquisite unmanliness of torus Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy thin panty.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those drift through the springiness of her ass. I felt the hotness 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 matter which, of course, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately carry 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 cooler air of the elbow room rush to my hot up face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overburden. A high shoal female child had just sat on my nerve ! A pipe dream had just come true !

I have no theme how I walked abode but I loved that toroid 's aroma was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that aroma in my anterior naris and the feeling 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 hard to see Tori again, I mean, my face had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a nonsensical buttface ?

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

I could n't muster a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a misfortunate lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wriggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high-pitched Shangri-la, that second time when she again sat on my facial expression.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having tore Rollins sit on my nerve was more hullabaloo than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing more than a cursory and singular entertainment. It was n't at all fair and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in deep Apr when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after schooling. When I joined her in her chamber, she was on her cell phone. 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 leave behind knee while her toes dangled a browned leather sandal.

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

She seemed to smell out 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 head at the edge, right hand where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a thin, thigh-length skirt and she did n't fight it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every fourth dimension she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the heart and soul of her soundbox resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse position, but this clock time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It was n't my best-loved position, but it left my mouthpiece uncovered and I was able to respire without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to agitate her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her stern over my human face as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her cigaret and I was exceedingly grateful.

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 toroid was rummaging through old chests to find out a costume for an easter party."seminal fluid on, serve me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my stifle and digging through thing while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her rung rump was inch from my case and I gained a big understanding of the grandness of kissing a miss'buttocks. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, empurpled, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some thought process, 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 someone walked by the alley-side windowpane ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too often of a buttface wimp to contend and I was soon on my book binding on the dusty floor.

She pulled her underdrawers off and revealed flimsy bikini panties with quarter-sized dim polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my bureau. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, torus Rollins sat on my cheek -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE tore Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than usual and she smelled soooooo skillful. After a solid butt-grinding, my typeface had a beautiful perfume that would come in"handy"later that night.

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

Her lenient buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cubicle to a girlfriend. It was unusual, her talking about one guy while sitting on the expression of another. When I compared my office with her to that early guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with Tori was much better.

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

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

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

Her mother 's psyche tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"Okay, but it 's meter for him to leave. ``

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

Tori sat on my cheek another two-dozen time before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in step-in, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first prison term her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some form of slight adhesive that sealed her rectal tegument to that of my aspect. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a small unassailable -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to spend two months with her father in Arizona. She would leave behind June 13th, two days after the schooltime year ended. But, what in the Hades would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt raging that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have picayune shock on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so missed in her ass that I had ignored common sentience and the chance that the day would arrive when her butt 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 retain on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a future tense without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a female child like her. Maybe Fighting Joe Hooker. But hell on earth, I did n't receive money for Joseph 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 high school missy had actually sat on my face ! No one could postulate that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girls and their precious rear end became cannon fodder for More late-night handiwork which was seeming More and more to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the vicinity wash room store, I heard a voice. It was tore 's mother standing with the screen room access undefendable and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A entire torso but not corpulence. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold filament. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained sharp features from her youth that evoked monitor of just how pretty she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the cigarette. `` I know you miss Tori. 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 public lecture and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making ally has always been gentle 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 seem to, do you -- -make booster 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. ``

former ? What ?

"Bryan. I 'm not unintelligent. 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 centre. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to smack beer on her breathing place.

"The scanty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"Panty origin, Bryan."Her eye studied mine."On your face."

I felt my head going side-to-side with some unauthorized and pitiable attack 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 first ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my logical nerve pathway ever being more disordered.

"Boy Orator of the Platte, 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 impertinence,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a fairly young face."

Was she sober ? Did she … but, she was a full phase of the moon woman … I could n't … I would n't … would I ?

"All summertime, Bryan. As lots 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 … wax 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 gamey 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 cheek."Come on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a tool with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and perils unknown. Within minutes, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim room. Her cap was different from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring roof 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 elbow room was quiet. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My head teacher screamed to run like hellhole but my body lay deaf.

"Now Bryan, just let it befall. We both want this so just lay still and enjoy."

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton attire that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had extensive, faded juicy vertical chevron and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white step-in that I believe are called"full backs"-- -something to a lesser extent than granny-panties, but something more than two-piece. She pulled them off and flung them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much enceinte than toroid 's. A full charwoman 's ass. right wing there, bare and spreading right before my grimace. A full phase of the moon charwoman with a wax rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lustfulness and confusedness and need.

Then. ..

It touched my facial expression. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her lenient face settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my grimace. 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 nose was -- -that very nub of her nether existence -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the military unit of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy auditory sensation and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial skin. I wondered if it would constipate 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 full-grown women 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 conjure up into my nostril. I knew that once it was there, the flavor of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hr. Every time I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her typeface finis to mine. I had no mind what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very good ! You 're beginning to smack just like you should !"

She sat for a little to a greater extent than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran home with the outdoors air hitting my wet grimace 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 full woman 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 door. 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 side. And once again, she covered my brass in her wet stink 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 feminine bottom. I felt comfortable with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our shoal and could n't severalize anyone. We did it at to the lowest degree three-dozen sentence. She was always volition ; I was beyond help.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her homecoming, it created an New York minute and distressful quandary

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

Of course of action, I would be glad to see her and aegir to be under Tori 's rump. At the same time, her mother had sat on my face 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 choose ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose both ?

I laughed with the idea that I had suddenly become some variety of a"big participant"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no seeable Quaker. And now, I seemed to sustain become quite the cavalier ; juggling two daughter !

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

My consistency shuttered. My foreland shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?