This is a report about butt-style facesitting and a male person who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most do with trouble 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 surefooted in my youth. I was too afraid of girls to draw near them and the thought 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 look in her ass ? The dating pool for that kind of girl seemed predictably pocket-sized while the pool for face-slappers much tumid.

miss were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and idolise them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely idolize them.

I still feel that way.

My arrest eased somewhat after we moved to a house succeeding to torus and I began to see her in her habitation environment. She seemed more … normal than the socialite I saw in school day.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fencing but I was unable to make eye middleman for fear she would see my inadequacy, insecurities, and rampant butt lust.

Eventually, I was capable to discourse a small 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 fast jeans or shorts however and she filled those to dazzling grandeur. I mean, I might not have been the precipitous kid in shoal, but I sure as hell could recount if it was head or fanny on that coin in her tail pocket.

I must secernate you about the time she was laying on her potbelly on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an out-of-doors book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and abruptly denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's step-in was always some kind of major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the elevation of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the resplendence of just how rhythm and delectable that cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed aweless and, after all, little girl were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and cat like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The rightful seat for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my nose as the centrepiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but former buttfaces understand. We know that the confining match we could desire for is that our faces would be considered, not equal, but at least good enough to be pressed into their round hind end.

Early on, Tori wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No melodic theme. ) Why did I stare at daughter'arse ? ( Because -- - delay -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, miss know. You may not call up we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in one-sixth stop and in the Radclyffe Hall. You want to make out her ass, do n't you ? ``

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can think. 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 index 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 discussion made my knee joint weak. She was right, but she was wrongly. Yes, I did require to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather osculate toroid 's, or better yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's fine Great Commoner. I wo n't order. There 's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of miss are n't into having their asses kissed. Little unearthly. But, you might have got better hazard going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your case. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your look ''. 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 Bible … If I had died right there on the spot, my life would have seemed complete.

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

Brain cells ricocheted in my nous like shrapnel of instant stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the spot of her sleeping room ceiling. She was wearing a disgraceful skirt cut a few column inch above the knees. She knelt following to me with a coy smile.

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

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

The view was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties easygoing cotton, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her vertebral column was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder leaf blade. Her lowly back concaved to her spreading pelvis.

Although beautiful, the stack evoked skunk of peril. Her weightiness was greater than my face and could pin me without refuge. The dimensions of her articulatio coxae and behind were much swelled than my expression.

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

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

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

Okay, so that was uncanny but it excited me. It smelled alien and frowsty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of sweetness perfume. It was crude yet heaven-scent. It might birth been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lour herself and her cushy panties began pressing against my face and her keister `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that opened"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even find the halo of her most buck private blank space pressed to the tip of my lucky olfactory organ.

I could n't trust it. A high school fille was actually sitting on my boldness ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my forcefulness evaporate like cobweb touch through a whole wall.

She was light-colored in weightiness yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became tore 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and sense was the exquisite mildness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her aroma onto my face through those sexy lose weight panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't fuck about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those campaign through the springiness of her bottom. 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 course of action, I didn't.

I wish I had word of honor to adequately extract 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 room rush to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her free weight but from downright sultry overload. A high school school day girl had just sat on my side ! A dreaming had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked home but I loved that tore 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that odour in my nostril and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that dark and lots handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be severely to see toroid again, I mean, my face had been in her coffin nail. Had I become too unusual now ? Maybe just a comic buttface ?

Those fears yielded with her favorable"Hi !"a couple of solar day later and a whisper motion,"Do you want me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her hired man pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast arse wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eagre to lay down. Again it was a high heaven, that indorsement time 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 facial expression was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my stallion world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing more than a perfunctory and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in late April when it was raining out-of-door and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cadre phone. She put her fingerbreadth before her lips to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right field leg over her left genu while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

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

She seemed to sense my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger's breadth through the air as if to assure me to lay on the bed with my head at the bound, right field where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a reduce, thigh-length skirt and she did n't labour it up to sit. She just sat on my expression with her wench like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every fourth dimension she spoke to her booster, the vibrations from the nub of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a invert spot, but this sentence, she was facing away from me with her foot on the floor. It was n't my favorite position, but it left my mouth uncover and I was able to emit 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 block off. She seemed inattentive although there was an casual roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her butt 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 storehouse shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old dresser to find a costume for an easterly company."semen on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my articulatio genus and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one dot, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round butt was in from my face and I gained a keen apprehension of the importance of kissing a girls'asses. I did n't buss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, empurple, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some opinion, 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 buck private. What if someone walked by the alley-side Windows ? What if her female parent came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to argue and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her drawers off and revealed melt off bikini step-in with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, torus Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a recollective sentence than common and she smelled soooooo good. After a strong butt-grinding, my human face had a beautiful perfume that would derive in"ready to hand"later that Nox.

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

Her soft behind pressed to my buttock in her chamber which was nearly drear. She talked on her electric cell to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my home with her to that former guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with Tori was much good.

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 head teacher tilted. So did my boldness. She said,"Okay, but it 's time for him to leave alone. ``

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

tore sat on my case another two-dozen clip before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in pantie, and sometimes in the altogether. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare bottom met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal skin to that of my facial expression. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a brightness level prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a little stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to expend two months with her sire in Grand Canyon State. She would leave June 13th, two twenty-four hour period after the schoolhouse yr ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so swipe on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to ingest 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 lost in her ass that I had ignored common sensory faculty and the probability that the day would hail when her rump would n't be in my look. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to harbour on to. Anything to shore up me up so I could get to some kind of a hereafter without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. mayhap street girl. But pit, I did n't get money for streetwalker.

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 up school girl had actually sat on my case ! No one could consider that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'tooshie !

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

A calendar week later as I was returning from the neighbourhood convenience fund, I heard a voice. It was Tori 's mother standing with the screen door undefended and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full fair sex. She had thickish thigh but not fat. A fully torso but not fleshy. 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 fair sex 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 Tori. Why do n't you total in. We can spill the beans about. I'm sure it will help."

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

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in table. Making friends has always been easy 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 protagonist 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. ``

Other ? What ?

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

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knee joint. Her grin was friendly."Silly boy. Of path I noticed."

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was fold enough for me to reek beer on her breathing time.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"step-in agate line, Bryan."Her eyes studied mine."On your face."

I felt my head going side-to-side with some unauthorised and hapless attempt to refuse 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 apathy added,"Like mother ; like daughter."

I could n't remember my lucid pathways ever being more disordered.

"Boy Orator of the Platte, if you admit it, then I can help oneself you contend 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 life-threatening ? Did she … but, she was a full cleaning lady … I could n't … I would n't … would I ?

"All Summer, Great Commoner. As 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 richly schoolhouse … full adult female 's rear … suffocate … not the Saami … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my look … all Summer. She was n't high-pitched school … but … all summertime. She was a wax 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 circulate my brass."come on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden header, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and hazard terra incognita. Within minutes, I was on my book binding in a drape-drawn dim room. Her roof was different from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring cap fan which I began wishing was an airplane propellor so it could chop up me up and put an end to my vivid inner turmoil.

What had I gotten myself into ? Would I even make it ?

Except for that fan, the room was quiet. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My oral sex screamed to run like hell on earth but my eubstance lay deaf.

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

She was wearing a lose weight, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or family garb. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue erect chevron and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed bone panty that I believe are called"full backs"-- -something to a lesser extent than granny-panties, but something Sir Thomas More than bikini. She pulled them off and cast aside them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much fully grown than Tori 's. A full phase of the moon char 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my human face. A full char with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly deign. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own awe and lust and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My dead body jerked. It began to mix itself to me. Her piano cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my pry deep in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

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

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into placement on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my seventh cranial nerve cutis. I wondered if it would choke off 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 grownup womanhood were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. toroid who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to weight-lift up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the scent of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hour. 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 thoroughly ! You 're beginning to sense just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran home plate with the out-of-door 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 signified returned, I remember my head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A wax charwoman was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two twenty-four hour period later, I was knocking on Lori 's room access. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her round of golf, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my expression in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her feel stayed with me for hr and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the Summer constantly under her womanly bottom. 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 to the lowest degree three-dozen times. She was always willing ; I was beyond help.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her recurrence, it created an jiffy and worrisome dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori notice out that her mother was sitting on my human face ? Would that bring unacceptable ridicule at schooltime ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under Tori 's backside. At the Same prison term, her mother had sat on my brass every fourth dimension I wanted all summertime 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 player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible Friend. And now, I seemed to have become quite the cavalier ; juggling two girls !

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

My consistence shuttered. My head shook.

What in the perdition was I going to do ?