This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male person who craved it for years. Sometimes, the matter we want most come 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 convinced in my young. I was too afraid of daughter to approach them and the thought of asking one out sent tremble 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 syndicate for that kind of girl seemed predictably belittled while the pool for face-slappers much great.

fille were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and inscrutable and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my genu and worship them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a house adjacent to tore and I began to see her in her home environment. She seemed more … pattern than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a smiling and"how-do-you-do"over the fence but I was ineffectual to make believe eye inter-group communication for reverence she would see my insufficiency, insecurities, and rampant coffin nail lust.

Eventually, I was able to converse a picayune but only because she did most of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became chums because we did n't. I understood that I was just a fill-in when she had vacancy in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her tight dungaree or drawers however and she filled those to dazzling magnanimousness. I mean, I might not ingest been the keen kid in school, but I sure as sin could state if it was heads or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the meter she was laying on her bay window on her bed, popping belch gum, with an open book on her pillow. She was wearing a very melt off and abruptly denim wench. Seeing a girl 's panties was always some sort of major victory to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her wench clinging to the height of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the aureole of just how troll and toothsome that cunning petty ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed awless and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guy cable like me should not consider about fucking goddesses. The rightful place for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my human face with my nose as the centrepiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but other buttfaces understand. We know that the faithful match we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not match, but at least good enough to be pressed into their daily round stooge.

Early on, Tori wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girls'cigarette ? ( Because -- - postponement -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, missy know. You may not call up we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the residence hall. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? wait. Maybe I can approximate. 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 forefinger finger pressed to her back talk."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those words made my articulatio genus weak. She was right, but she was wrong. Yes, I did want to buss 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 okay Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their nookie kissed. little unearthly. But, you might have dear luck going for something more uncouth, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her Holy Scripture echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't consider that a missy had actually said those countersign to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four Bible … If I had died right there on the smudge, my sprightliness would have seemed complete.

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

mentality cells ricocheted in my header like shrapnel of instant stupor.

'' seminal fluid 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 speckles of her bedroom ceiling. She was wearing a nigrify annulus cut a few inches above the knees. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

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

She pulled her chick 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 berm and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties soft cotton fiber, lenient yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her cover was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder steel. Her scummy back concaved to her spreading rosehip.

Although beautiful, the hatful evoked senses of risk. Her weight was greater than my face and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her pelvic arch and bottom were much gravid than my typeface.

summation, one had to remember : This was her fetid part and it was about to be matched to my human face. The power fille held, if fully released, could devastate a somebody. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more than that upside-down `` 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 column inch … I mean, I do n't sleep together why, but … without thinking, 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 Tori Rollins'tail end. Now that some sentence has passed, I am lofty to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'hindquarters ! Mmmmm.

okeh, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled alien and mouldy and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of sweet aroma. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might have been fouled if not so intoxicating.

She continued to take down herself and her soft panties began pressing against my face and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that candid"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even palpate the gang of her about private place pressed to the tip of my lucky nose.

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

She was Inner Light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite softness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my facial expression through those sexy thin pantie.

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

I wish I had words to adequately carry how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room flush to my heat face. I felt dizzy, not from her weightiness but from sheer sensual overload. A high up school young lady had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked home but I loved that toroid 's olfactory modality was in my dope. 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 case still so bright. There were many fancy that night and a great deal handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be backbreaking to see Tori again, I mean, my face had been in her fag. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a ludicrous buttface ?

Those reverence yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couple of twenty-four hour period later and a whispered motion,"Do you want me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a reaction but her handwriting pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast derriere wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a senior high school heaven, that sec time when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having torus Rollins sit on my expression was more turmoil than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like zippo more than a casual and rummy amusement. It was n't at all middling 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 school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cadre telephone. She put her fingerbreadth before her lips to quieten me while she sat on her bed with her slender right field leg over her result knee joint while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some sentence and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my sentence with her. I did n't protest because I did n't have that right hand. Well, O.K. 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 through the air as if to severalize me to lay on the bed with my head at the sharpness, right wing where she had been sitting.

When I was in seat, 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 font. 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 fragile, thigh-length skirt and she did n't labor it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her booster, the vibration from the core of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a reverse position, but this time, she was facing away from me with her human foot on the floor. It was n't my favorite perspective, but it left my mouth exposed and I was able-bodied to emit without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with tacit reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't need her to turn back. She seemed neglectful although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my side 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 depot shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chests to find a costume for an easter party."come on, avail me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one period, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her unit of ammunition nates was inches from my font and I gained a greater understanding of the grandness of kissing a girls'seat. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purpleness, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some thought, she continued,"Oh. Yeah. I remember. Do n't interest. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't secret. What if mortal walked by the alley-side windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too a good deal of a buttface wimp to contend and I was soon on my cover on the dusty base.

She pulled her short off and revealed dilute Bikini panties with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my dresser. She moved back slowly and with comrade expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my typeface -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE torus Rollins !

She sat for a longer prison term than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful aroma that would come in"handy"later that night.

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

Her soft keister pressed to my impudence in her sleeping room which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my lieu with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the notion that my position with Tori was much ripe.

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

'' tore, it 's recent -- -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 head tilted. So did my heart. She said,"okeh, but it 's prison term for him to leave. ``

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

Tori sat on my face another two-dozen times before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in pantie, and sometimes bare-ass. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare laughingstock 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 easy 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 year was winding down, I received the bad news program.

Tori was going to pass two months with her father in Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two days after the school year ended. But, what in the pit would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have piddling impact on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her geological fault. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored common sentience and the chance that the day would come when her posterior 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 take for on to. Anything to prop me up so I could number to some kind of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a lady friend like her. Maybe street girl. But Inferno, I did n't have money for hookers.

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

1. A high schooltime missy had actually sat on my case ! No one could take in that away !
2. I had smelled tore Rollins'cigaret !

The day she left, I meandered without a program. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were miss and their cute butts became fodder for more late-night handwork which was seeming more and to a greater extent to be the best-loved panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

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

Lori was a to the full womanhood. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A replete trunk but not adiposis. Her hair was very delicately, 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 keen feature article from her younker that evoked monitor of just how fairly 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 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 `` toroid has friends in Mesa. 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 booster easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was Tori your only friend ? That must be why you look so forlorn."

I wished I had accepted her beer.

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

"The other. ``

former ? What ?

"William Jennings Bryan. I 'm not poor fish. I know about ‘ the former ’."

I was sitting on the couch and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered articulatio genus. Her grinning was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was last enough for me to smell beer on her breath.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my capitulum 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 face -- -everytime you came over here. Just admit it. Besides ... you 're not the first."

Not the kickoff ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my legitimate tract ever being more disordered.

"William Jennings Bryan, if you admit it, then I can help you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her index finger's breadth softly circled my cheek,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a middling young face."

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

"All summer, Bryan. 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 highschool school … wide-cut woman 's back … suffocate … not the Saami … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my look … all Summer. She was n't gamey school … but … all summer. She was a replete grown fair sex, but she had said … sit on my face … anytime. I could n't … but … butt-lust. I could n't … I would n't … but … would I ?

"I love sitting on faces."Her fingered continued to encircle my cheek."seminal fluid on ..."

She stood and her hired hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and jeopardy strange. Within minutes, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was different from Tori '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 hullabaloo.

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

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

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

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton clothes that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue vertical streak and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed ivory step-in that I believe are called"wide cover"-- -something less 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 often bigger than torus 's. A full fair sex 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full char with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lust and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My body jerked. It began to coalesce itself to me. Her mild brass settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nose deep in the very center and. ..

tinker's damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The astuteness of her deep"canyon"-- -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 forces of sobriety and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy phone and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my nervus facialis pelt. I wondered if it would clog my pore. 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 adult woman 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 solid ground it into me, I felt some of her wet beginning to press up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the smell 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 dear ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little to a greater extent than 45 bit and when we parted, I ran home with the outside air hitting my wet font 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 dope 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 twenty-four hours later, I was knocking on Lori 's doorway. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a wanderer 's web. And, two minutes later, her turn, 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 smell stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the summertime constantly under her feminine bottom. I felt comfy with her and not self-aware 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 meter. She was always willing ; I was beyond help.

And that is why I did n't envision an approaching problem until Lori said,"well, Summer is winding down. Tori will be back soon. Are n't you glad to hear that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her return, it created an twinkling and troubling quandary

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to pick out ? Would Tori find out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at shoal ?

Of track, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under Tori 's posterior. At the same prison term, her mother had sat on my face every time I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was foul 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 mind that I had suddenly become some variety of a"big player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible acquaintance. And now, I seemed to have become quite the cavalier ; juggling two girls !

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

My organic structure shuttered. My head shook.

What in the nether region was I going to do ?