This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male person who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most come with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration taradiddle 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 miss to approach them and the idea 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 font in her ass ? The dating pool for that kind of fille seemed predictably belittled while the pocket billiards for face-slappers lots expectant.

young woman were the like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mystical and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and hero-worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

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

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fence but I was unable to piddle eye contact for fear she would see my inadequacy, insecurities, and rampant buns luxuria.

Eventually, I was able to converse a petty but only because she did to the highest degree 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 emptiness in her calendar.

There were never vacuum in her tight jeans or boxers however and she filled those to dazzling nobleness. I mean, I might not feature been the precipitous kid in school, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or backside on that coin in her rise up pocket.

I must assure you about the time she was laying on her potbelly on her bed, popping house of cards gum, with an open book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and short denim bird. Seeing a daughter 's panties was always some kind of major victory to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how round and scrumptious that precious little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed awless and, after all, missy were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and Guy like me should not guess about fucking goddesses. The true place for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my olfactory organ as the centrepiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but other buttfaces understand. We know that the skinny match we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not equal, but at least goodness enough to be pressed into their round butt end.

Early on, torus wanted to know Sir Thomas 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 theme. ) Why did I stare at girls'butts ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

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

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? waiting. Maybe I can hazard. Like Sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guys like, they either want to osculate 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 lips."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 word of honor made my knees weak. She was right, but she was untimely. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss Tori 's, or good yet, have torus sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's cipher ill-timed with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their keister kissed. slight weird. But, you might give birth advantageously luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your brass. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your grimace '' ... `` sit on your typeface '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't think 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 spot, my biography would have seemed pure.

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

mind cells ricocheted in my mind like shrapnel of exigent stupor.

'' Come 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 fleck of her bedroom ceiling. She was wearing a black wench cut a few inches above the articulatio genus. 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 serious not tell ! ``

She pulled her bird 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 articulatio humeri and into my eye. Her regard was static ; her panties soft cotton fiber, subdued yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder steel. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked senses of peril. Her exercising weight was dandy than my typeface and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and bottom were much bigger than my face.

addition, one had to remember : This was her fetid part and it was about to be matched to my face. The power girls held, if fully released, could desolate a person. Yet, those very veneration 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 girlfriend'bottom were to captivate individual 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't love why, but … without thinking, 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'butt. Now that some time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed tore Rollins'goat ! Mmmmm.

OK, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled noncitizen and moldy and aery yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of cherubic essence. It was vulgar yet heaven-scent. It might accept been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lour herself and her soft pantie began pressing against my face and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that unresolved"V"accept my nozzle and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the band of her near 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 expression ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my posture evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a satisfying wall.

She was light-headed in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the keen unfitness of tore Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy dilute step-in.

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

I wish I had words to adequately express how a good deal 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 cheek. I felt dizzy, not from her weightiness but from sheer fleshly overburden. A gamey schooling girl had just sat on my face ! A ambition had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked house but I loved that torus 's sense of smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that smell in my nostrils and the tone of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many illusion that nighttime and much handwork to be done.

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

Those fear yielded with her well-disposed"Hi !"a couple of days later and a whispered question,"Do you desire me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't rally a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so aegir to lay down. Again it was a high up promised land, that second time when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my face was more agitation than I had ever dreamed. It was my intact world. 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 belatedly April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her chamber, she was on her jail cell telephone. 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 left articulatio genus while her toes dangled a Robert Brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some metre and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my time 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 pricker.

She seemed to sense my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger through the air as if to tell apart me to lay on the bed with my question at the edge, rightfield 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 cheek. It was crazy. She had targeted herself to my pry and had never once even looked. How in the hell do fille do that ?

She was wearing a cut, thigh-length dame and she did n't crowd 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 schoolhouse. Every sentence she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the core group of her dead body resonated through my skull.

It was so dissimilar because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse location, but this time, she was facing away from me with her substructure on the level. It was n't my darling post, but it left my back talk reveal and I was able to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with dumb reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't need her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional axial motion of her tail over my cheek as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her butt end and I was exceedingly grateful.

Another memorable clock 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 pectus to find a costume for an Easter company."Come on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one power point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round tail was inch from my face and I gained a greater understanding of the importance of kissing a little girl'asses. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purplish, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some thought, 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 windowpane ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to fence and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her short circuit off and revealed slender Bikini step-in with quarter-sized black polka Zen. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with companion expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my expression -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE tore Rollins !

She sat for a thirster time than common and she smelled soooooo good. After a unanimous butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful scent that would come in"handy"later that night.

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

Her flabby bottom pressed to my nerve in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girl. It was foreign, her talking about one guy while sitting on the fount of another. When I compared my place with her to that early guy, I was warmed with the belief that my space with torus was much better.

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

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

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

Her female parent 's brain tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"OK, but it 's fourth dimension for him to leave. ``

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

Tori sat on my side another two-dozen times before the end of the school class. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panty, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The world-class time her bare tail met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some form of thin adhesive material that sealed her rectal peel to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a little firm -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

torus was going to spend two month with her father in AZ. She would get out June 13th, two years after the school year ended. But, what in the hell on earth would I do ? I had become so nobble on her facesitting me and … her olfactory property. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to let little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a all-day sucker I was ! It was n't her geological fault. I was the one who had become so disoriented in her ass that I had ignored common signified and the probability that the day would come when her buns would n't be in my fount. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to hold on to. Anything to prop up me up so I could do to some sort of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never set about a girl like her. Maybe Hooker. But perdition, I did n't have money for floozy.

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 senior high school school girl had actually sat on my human face ! No one could select that away !
2. I had smelled torus Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the center and that helped. There were girlfriend and their cute behind became fresh fish for More late-night handiwork which was seeming more and Sir Thomas More to be the favored panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighbourhood contraption storehouse, I heard a representative. It was tore 's female parent standing with the screen door open and a half-burnt butt in her hand.

Lori was a full-of-the-moon cleaning woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a adult female in her 40's, it retained sharp feature of speech from her young that evoked reminders of just how passably she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the cigarette. `` I know you miss toroid. Why do n't you arrive in. We can talk about. I'm sure it will help."

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

She made little talking and told me that `` torus has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been loose for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's prissy she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't appear to, do you -- -make Friend 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 ?

"Bryan. I 'm not pudding head. I know about ‘ the other ’."

I was sitting on the couch and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knees. Her smile 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 breath.

"The step-in lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my headspring going side-to-side with some unauthorized and hapless attempt to abnegate what she was saying.

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

Not the number 1 ? What ?

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

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

"Bryan, if you admit it, then I can help you grapple 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 Summer, Great Commoner. As a good deal as you like. You come over anytime and I will sit on your face."

I could n't … to many grounds … she was n't high school day … full phase of the moon charwoman 's rear … suffocate … not the Sami … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my face … all summertime. She was n't high school … but … all Summer. She was a full grown cleaning lady, 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 face."semen on ..."

She stood and her paw pulled mine and like a marionette with a wooden head, I followed to the room access of her bedroom and peril unknown. Within minute of arc, I was on my rachis in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was different from torus 's and it had a slow-whirring roof fan which I began wishing was an plane propeller so it could hack me up and put an end to my vivid inner excitement.

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

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

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

She was wearing a fragile, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or menage frock. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded puritanical vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called"good backs"-- -something to a lesser extent than granny-panties, but something more than than bikini. She pulled them off and throw away them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so a lot self-aggrandising than Tori 's. A broad woman 's ass. right field there, bare and spreading right before my typeface. A broad woman with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lustfulness and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My body jerked. It began to meld itself to me. Her piano boldness settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my pry deep in the very shopping mall and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The deepness of her deep"canon"-- -where my olfactory organ was -- -that very heart and soul of her nether universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into locating on my nose by the personnel of gravitational force and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made spongy sound and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial cutis. I wondered if it would clog my stoma. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school got that way -- -because fully big adult female 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 basis it into me, I felt some of her wet beginning to press up into my nostril. I knew that once it was there, the olfactory perception of her feminine rear-end would be with me for hr. Every time I breathed, I would reek Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her human face close to mine. I had no idea 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 minute of arc and when we parted, I ran menage with the outside air hitting my wet nerve 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 locoweed returned, I remember my psyche crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a great deal. A full woman was just too … too … womanly ; too muscular ; 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 door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her round, womanly ass was parked right on my fount. And once again, she covered my look in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her smell stayed with me for hour 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 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 to the lowest degree three-dozen prison term. She was always bequeath ; I was beyond help.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her return, it created an instant and worrisome quandary

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori detect out that her mother was sitting on my boldness ? Would that bring unacceptable ridicule at school ?

Of row, I would be gladiolus to see her and eager to be under toroid 's butt. At the same time, her mother had sat on my face every prison term I wanted all summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to need it.

So, would I have to opt ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose both ?

I laughed with the melodic theme that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no seeable champion. And now, I seemed to have become quite the chevalier ; juggling two little girl !

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

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the Scheol was I going to do ?