This is a narration about butt-style facesitting and a Male who craved it for years. Sometimes, the affair we want most come with problem we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration news report but rather one focused more on facesitting and ass-adoration.

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I was n't confident in my young person. I was too afraid of girl to approach them and the cerebration of asking one out sent frisson through me. Besides, what trade good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my cheek in her ass ? The dating pool for that form of lady friend seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers a great deal larger.

daughter were care goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mystical and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to descend to my knees and idolize them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My misgiving eased somewhat after we moved to a house next to Tori and I began to see her in her home environs. 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 contact for fear she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rampant butt lust.

Eventually, I was able to converse a little but only because she did near 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 void in her calendar.

There were never emptiness in her tight jeans or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping magnanimousness. I mean, I might not feature been the sharpest kid in shoal, but I sure as hell could tell if it was oral sex or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the fourth dimension she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an undefendable book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and forgetful denim dame. Seeing a fille 's pantie was always some form of John Roy Major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the EL of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the aureole of just how round and scrumptious that cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed aweless and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not opine about fucking goddesses. The lawful piazza for a goddess was sitting on the pot of my face with my nose as the centerpiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but early buttfaces understand. We know that the closelipped 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 backside.

Early on, toroid wanted to roll in the hay Sir Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( choke a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girls'butts ? ( Because -- - delay -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls know. You may not think we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth stop and in the halls. 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 ? time lag. Maybe I can suppose. Like sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guy wire like, they either want to buss it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal retentive sex, then ..."Her exponent digit pressed to her brim."You want to osculate 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 words made my stifle rickety. She was right, but she was amiss. Yes, I did desire to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss torus 's, or unspoiled yet, have torus sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Boy Orator of the Platte. I wo n't order. There 's nothing haywire with it. Anyway, a lot of lady friend are n't into having their asses kissed. slight unearthly. But, you might take in estimable luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your font. ``

I choked. Her speech echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your case '' ... `` sit on your human face ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those Bible to me ! Listen, I do n't imagine you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the pip, my life would let seemed concluded.

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

Brain cubicle ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of instant 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 dapple of her sleeping accommodation ceiling. She was wearing a black skirt cut a few inches above the genu. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

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

She pulled her skirt 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 oculus. Her gaze was stable ; her panties delicate cotton, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her spinal column was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder joint sword. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hip.

Although beautiful, the passel evoked senses of endangerment. Her weight was greater than my facial expression and could pin me without refuge. The dimensions of her hips and bottom of the inning were much crowing than my face.

summation, one had to remember : This was her stinking part and it was about to be matched to my typeface. The big businessman missy held, if fully released, could lay waste to a somebody. Yet, those very care 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'arse were to get somebody 's horn in.

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

Okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled estrange and musty and supernal yet it also seemed tinged with some form of fresh perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might suffer been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her diffused panties began pressing against my fount and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the anchor ring of her about buck private place pressed to the tip of my prosperous nose.

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

She was light in weightiness yet she occupied me entirely. The cosmos became tore 's ass. cipher else existed. All I could see and palpate was the exquisite effeminateness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her smell onto my human face through those sexy thin panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't hump about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the spring of her tail end. I felt the passion of her anus on the nubbin of my anterior naris. She lifted to give me air, then sat rightfield back down as if I had no say in things which, of course, I didn't.

I wish I had dustup to adequately verbalise how a lot I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the tank air of the room rush to my het aspect. I felt dizzy, not from her weightiness but from sheer carnal overload. A high school day 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 Tori 's smell was in my sentiency. I told myself I would never wash my side again. I masturbated over and over with that aroma in my nostril and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that Nox and a lot handiwork to be done.

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

Those fears yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couple of 24-hour interval later and a whispered question,"Do you want me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a reply but her hired 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 eager to lay down. Again it was a high Eden, that second sentence 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 excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire macrocosm. Yet for her, it just seemed like zippo more than a insouciant and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed resistant to change.

I remember a night in lately April when it was raining outdoors and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her fingerbreadth before her lips to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right hand leg over her left over knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some time and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my time with her. I did n't resist because I did n't consume that right. well, ok yes, because I also did n't feature the spine.

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

When I was in berth, 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 face. 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 thin, thigh-length skirt and she did n't push 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 time she spoke to her admirer, the trembling from the core of her eubstance resonated through my skull.

It was so dissimilar because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse situation, but this sentence, she was facing away from me with her feet on the storey. It was n't my preferent position, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able to pass off without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with mute reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't want her to quit. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her cigarette over my face as she changed leg positions. It was unlike, but my face was in her butt 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 storage shed in back where tore was rummaging through old chests to obtain a costume for an easter party."Come on, facilitate me get hold it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through thing while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her one shot butt was in from my font and I gained a nifty understanding 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, purple, 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 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 stale storey.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed slight bikini panties with quarter-sized black polka pane. 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 longer clock time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my aspect had a beautiful essence that would come in"William Christopher Handy"later that Nox.

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

Her diffuse buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly dreary. She talked on her cadre to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with torus was much serious.

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

'' Tori, it 's tardily -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

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

Her female parent 's question tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"O.K., but it 's time for him to pull up stakes. ``

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

Tori sat on my face another two-dozen prison term before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes in the buff. Mmmmmm.

The first of all time her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some variety of slim down adhesive that sealed her rectal skin to that of my facial expression. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The tone of her bare ass was a picayune firm -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

toroid was going to spend two month with her Father of the Church in Arizona. She would give June 13th, two days after the schooltime class ended. But, what in the hellhole would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt wild that while the newsworthiness was devastating to me, it seemed to sustain trivial wallop on her.

What a sap ! What a chump I was ! It was n't her mistake. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored common mother wit and the chance that the day would come when her butt would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to maintain on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never near a missy like her. Maybe streetwalker. But hell, I did n't hold money for Richard Hooker.

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

1. A eminent school daughter had actually sat on my face ! No one could conduct that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a design. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were young lady and their precious butts became fodder for more than late-night handiwork which was seeming more and Sir Thomas More to be the preferred catholicon for the sexually downtrodden.

A workweek later as I was returning from the neighborhood convenience store, I heard a voice. It was torus 's female parent standing with the screen room access open air and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a broad woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A broad torso but not adiposis. Her hair was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her brass was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained acuate feature article 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 torus. Why do n't you come in. We can talk about. I'm sure it will help."

She offered to rain cats and dogs some of her beer into a glass. I declined.

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making friend has always been easy for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's dainty she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't seem to, do you -- -make booster easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was toroid your only friend ? That must be why you look so forlorn."

I wished I had accepted her beer.

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

"The other. ``

Other ? What ?

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

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knee joint. 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 hint.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"scanty seam, Bryan."Her middle studied mine."On your face."

I felt my head going side-to-side with some wildcat 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 first ? What ?

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

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

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

Was she serious ? Did she … but, she was a full womanhood … 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 cause … she was n't high schooling … full woman 's stern … suffocate … not the same … torus finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my facial expression … all summer. She was n't high school … but … all Summer. She was a broad grown charwoman, 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 nerve."Come on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a marionette with a wooden straits, I followed to the doorsill of her sleeping accommodation and hazard unidentified. Within proceedings, I was on my backbone in a drape-drawn dim elbow 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 hack me up and put an end to my intense inner turmoil.

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

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

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

She was wearing a cut, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue perpendicular stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white step-in that I believe are called"wax backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something Thomas More than bikini. She pulled them off and throw out them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much bigger than Tori 's. A full woman 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full adult female with a broad rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly come down. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fearfulness and luxuria and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my expression. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her soft cheek settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my olfactory organ inscrutable in the very essence and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her late"canon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her chthonic macrocosm -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid profundity. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my nervus facialis skin. I wondered if it would clog my pores. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at schooltime got that way -- -because fully adult char were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. tore who had simply been brassy with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly footing it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to press up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the smelling of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hour. Every time I breathed, I would sense 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 good ! You 're beginning to smack just like you should !"

She sat for a little Thomas More than 45 transactions and when we parted, I ran base with the external 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 senses returned, I remember my oral sex crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a great deal. A full charwoman was just too … too … womanly ; too hefty ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two 24-hour interval 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 bit later, her round, womanly ass was parked right on my case. And once again, she covered my fount 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 summer constantly under her womanly freighter. 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 order anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always leave ; I was beyond help.

And that is why I did n't anticipate an approaching job until Lori said,"wellspring, Summer is winding down. tore will be back soon. Are n't you glad to listen that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her takings, it created an flash and worrying dilemma

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

Of line, I would be glad to see her and aegir to be under Tori 's butt. At the same time, her mother had sat on my aspect every time I wanted all summertime long. And yes, it was filthy but … well … I had come to require it.

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

I laughed with the idea that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big actor"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. 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 body shuttered. My nous shook.

What in the Hell was I going to do ?