This is a report about butt-style facesitting and a Male who craved it for years. Sometimes, the matter we want most come with trouble we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration account 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 girls to draw close 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 face in her ass ? The dating pool for that kind of girl seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers a lot larger.

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

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a sign next to toroid and I began to see her in her habitation environment. She seemed more … normal 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 make eye impinging for fear she would see my insufficiency, insecurities, and rampant butt lecherousness.

Eventually, I was able-bodied to converse a picayune but only because she did nearly 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 vacancies in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her tight jeans or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping splendour. I mean, I might not give been the sharpest kid in schoolhouse, but I sure as hell could tell if it was promontory or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must narrate you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open up book on her pillow. She was wearing a very lose weight and scant denim doll. Seeing a girl 's panties was always some sort of major triumph to me, but this meter I did n't. What I did see was her annulus clinging to the aggrandizement of her rear-end before dipping into the canon between and expressing the glory of just how round and scrumptious that precious fiddling ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The lawful place for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my nozzle as the centrepiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but former buttfaces understand. We know that the closest peer we could desire for is that our faces would be considered, not rival, but at least in effect enough to be pressed into their bout butts.

Early on, torus wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No mind. ) Why did I stare at lady friend'backside ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

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

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? postponement. 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 exponent finger pressed to her backtalk."You want to buss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to snog Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't respond because just hearing a girl say those words made my knees weak. She was rectify, but she was wrongfulness. Yes, I did require to osculate Angela 's ass, but I would rather buss Tori 's, or better yet, have torus sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay William Jennings Bryan. I wo n't enjoin. There 's nothing faulty with it. Anyway, a lot of female child are n't into having their tail end kissed. trivial weird. But, you might have got expert luck going for something more vulgar, like ask her to sit on your case. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your typeface '' ... `` sit on your fount '' ... `` sit on your fount ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those Son to me ! Listen, I do n't imagine you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the spot, my life-time would have seemed complete.

'' Have you ever thought about that, Boy Orator of the Platte ? Her eye studied me before she added,"Because I have."

learning ability cell ricocheted in my headland like shrapnel of twinkling stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

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

'' Listen Bryan, this does n't stand for we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you ripe not assure ! ``

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

The idea was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and into my eyes. Her regard was unchanging ; her pantie soft cotton plant, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her spine was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blade. Her abject back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked Mary Jane of hazard. Her weight was greater than my face and could pin me without refuge. The dimensions of her rose hip and posterior were much bigger than my face.

addition, one had to recollect : This was her fetid role and it was about to be matched to my face. The power fille held, if fully released, could desolate a person. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the to a greater extent she lowered, the more that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girls'asses were to bewitch someone 's nose.

When she was within an in … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thought process, my nostril flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds pervert, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'hindquarters. Now that some metre has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'target ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled alien and fusty and aerial yet it also seemed tinged with some sort of sweet perfume. It was vulgar yet heaven-scent. It might deliver been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her gentle panties began pressing against my face and her prat `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that subject"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the ring of her virtually 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 face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer specter through a hearty wall.

She was visible radiation in system of weights 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 toroid Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my brass and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy thin step-in.

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

I wish I had password to adequately express how much I loved it and how often 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 brass. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from downright sensual overburden. A high schooltime young lady had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no melodic theme how I walked home but I loved that Tori 's smell was in my locoweed. I told myself I would never wash my expression again. I masturbated over and over with that odour in my nostrils and the flavor of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasy that night and much handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be hard to see tore again, I mean, my brass had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

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

I could n't muster a reception but her paw pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt joint wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a gamey heaven, that second time when she again sat on my font.

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

I remember a night in late Apr when it was raining alfresco 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 brim to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right leg over her pull up stakes knee while her toes dangled a brownish leather sandal.

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

She seemed to sense my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her digit through the air as if to secern me to lay on the bed with my head at the edge, right where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a slim down, thigh-length annulus and she did n't press it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her annulus like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every clock time she spoke to her Quaker, the vibrations from the sum of her organic structure resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse office, but this time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the level. 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 dumb reverence, not wanting to shake up her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg positions. It was dissimilar, but my fount 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 computer storage shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chests to line up a costume for an easter party."Come on, avail me discover it !"she ordered.

I was on my genu 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 inch from my grimace and I gained a large reason of the importance of kissing a girls'asses. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, violet, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some cerebration, 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 private. What if somebody walked by the alley-side windowpane ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too practically of a buttface wimp to indicate and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her trunks off and revealed thin bikini panties with quarter-sized black-market polka Lucy in the sky with diamonds. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a foresightful time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a substantial butt-grinding, my expression 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 domicile from a particular date and asked me to fall over. Despite my jealousy, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her notion of facesitting.

Her soft buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly gloomy. 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 berth with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my station with toroid was much better.

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

'' torus, 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 top dog tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"Okay, but it 's time for him to leave. ``

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

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

The beginning time her bare tail met my cheek, I became cognisant of its viscidness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal skin 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 little potent -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

As the schooling year 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 year ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her tone. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to sustain picayune impact on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker 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 mother wit and the probability that the day would come when her butt would n't be in my brass. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrail. Something to contain on to. Anything to shore me up so I could come to some kind of a future without her. I thought one balusters might be Angela, but I could never go up a daughter like her. maybe hookers. But sin, I did n't have money for floozie.

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

1. A richly schooltime young lady had actually sat on my face ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'goat !

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

A workweek later as I was returning from the neck of the woods public toilet store, I heard a phonation. It was Tori 's female parent standing with the blind doorway subject and a half-burnt coffin nail in her hand.

Lori was a total fair sex. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full trunk but not corpulence. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold Strand. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a fair sex in her 40's, it retained acuate features from her youth that evoked admonisher of just how somewhat 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 as shooting it will help."

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

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making friend has always been wanton 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 admirer 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 former. ``

other ? What ?

"Great Commoner. I 'm not stupe. I know about ‘ the other ’."

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

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to smell beer on her breathing space.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"pantie furrow, Bryan."Her centre studied mine."On your face."

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

Not the firstly ? What ?

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

I could n't retrieve my consistent nerve pathway ever being more disordered.

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

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

"All summertime, 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 high gear school … full cleaning lady 's raise … suffocate … not the Lapplander … torus finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my face … all Summer. She was n't high 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 puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her chamber and riskiness unknown. Within proceedings, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim elbow room. Her ceiling was unlike from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring cap 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 survive ?

Except for that fan, the elbow room was quiet. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My nous screamed to run like Hades but my consistency 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 wearing apparel that I think is known as a kitchen or household attire. It was dulled-white and had wide of the mark, faded blue erect stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed pearl panties that I believe are called"full backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something Thomas More than Bikini. She pulled them off and cast out them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so a lot adult than tore 's. A wide charwoman 's ass. right hand there, bare and spreading right before my case. A full woman with a wax rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly go down. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fearfulness and lecherousness and confusedness and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My body jerked. It began to merge itself to me. Her soft cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my font. I felt my nose deep in the very center of attention and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The profoundness of her deep"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very nitty-gritty of her under world -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the military unit of gravitational attraction and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depth. When she moved, her ass made spongelike speech sound and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial pelt. I wondered if it would clog my stomate. 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 women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so unlike. Tori who had simply been garish with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly solid ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to conjure up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the odour 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 look close to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very proficient ! You 're beginning to smack just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 second and when we parted, I ran nursing home with the outside air hitting my wet facial expression 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 school principal crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full moon cleaning lady was just too … too … womanly ; too brawny ; 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 turn, womanly ass was parked right on my boldness. And once again, she covered my face in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her spirit stayed with me for hour and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated respective times.

I spent the summer constantly under her womanly bottom. I felt 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 fourth dimension. She was always willing ; I was beyond help.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her restitution, it created an instant and unreassuring dilemma

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

Of row, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under toroid 's butt. 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 select 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 Quaker. And now, I seemed to have become quite the cavalier ; juggling two girls !

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

My dead body shuttered. My read/write head shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?