This is a tarradiddle about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most come with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or insight story 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 young woman to go up them and the thought process 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 nerve in her ass ? The dating syndicate for that kind of girl seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers a good deal tumid.

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

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a home next to toroid and I began to see her in her home surroundings. She seemed more … normal than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"hullo"over the fence but I was unable to induce eye contact for fear she would see my deficiency, insecurities, and rampant butt lecherousness.

Eventually, I was capable to converse a little but only because she did nearly of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became sidekick because we did n't. I understood that I was just a reliever when she had void in her calendar.

There were never void in her pie-eyed jeans or drawers however and she filled those to dazzling magnificence. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as hellhole could narrate if it was head word or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the meter she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open Holy Writ on her pillow. She was wearing a very slenderize and short blue jean skirt. Seeing a young lady 's step-in was always some variety of major victory to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her wench 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 cute little ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not believe about fucking goddesses. The rightful billet for a goddess was sitting on the toilet of my face with my nozzle as the centerpiece of her note.

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

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

'' Bryan, little girl know. You may not think we 're paying care but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the entrance hall. 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 ? Wait. Maybe I can reckon. 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 sex, then ..."Her indicator finger's breadth pressed to her lips."You want to osculate it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to buss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those words made my knee joint feeble. She was right, but she was improper. Yes, I did need to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather snog Tori 's, or unspoiled yet, have toroid sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's OK Bryan. I wo n't order. There 's nothing damage with it. Anyway, a lot of fille are n't into having their asses kissed. Little uncanny. But, you might make better hazard going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her Son echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't believe that a lady friend had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four word of honor … If I had died right there on the slur, my life would own seemed complete.

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

Brain electric cell ricocheted in my heading like shrapnel of instant stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the speckles of her bedroom ceiling. She was wearing a opprobrious skirt cut a few inches above the articulatio genus. She knelt side by side to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen William Jennings Bryan, this does n't stand for we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you skilful 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 eyes. Her regard was unchanging ; her pantie piano cotton, soft yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the view evoked senses of peril. Her weight was greater than my face and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and derriere were much bigger than my brass.

addition, one had to call back : This was her foetid parting and it was about to be matched to my side. The exponent fille held, if fully released, could lay waste to a person. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more that upside-down `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girls'asses were to capture somebody 's nuzzle.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thought, 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 lofty to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

okeh, so that was Wyrd but it excited me. It smelled foreigner and fusty and celestial yet it also seemed tinged with some variety of sweet-scented essence. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her balmy panties began pressing against my grimace 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 palpate the hoop of her almost private place pressed to the tip of my favourable nose.

I could n't believe it. A eminent school day female child was actually sitting on my fount ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my enduringness evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a firm wall.

She was lightheaded in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became torus 's ass. nada else existed. All I could see and find was the exquisite softness of toroid Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my human face through those sexy dilute panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the springiness of her posterior. I felt the warmth of her anus on the nubbin of my nostril. She lifted to give me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in things which, of course of instruction, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately express how practically I loved it and how a lot I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the tank air of the room rush to my stir up side. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from curve sensual overburden. A high school female child had just sat on my face ! A aspiration had just come honest !

I have no idea how I walked place but I loved that tore 's smell was in my smoke. I told myself I would never wash away my look again. I masturbated over and over with that aroma in my nostril and the flavour of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that Nox and a good deal handiwork to be done.

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

Those awe yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a duo of days later and a whispered question,"Do you need me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her bridge player pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast nates wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eagre to lay down. Again it was a high school heaven, that 2d 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 excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire globe. Yet for her, it just seemed like nada more than a casual and curious entertainment. It was n't at all sightly 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 bedchamber, she was on her cadre earpiece. She put her digit before her lips to quieten me while she sat on her bed with her slender right hand leg over her go away knee joint while her toes dangled a browned leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some clock time 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. Well, okay yes, because I also did n't cause the spine.

She seemed to smell my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger through the air as if to tell me to lay on the bed with my nous at the boundary, right wing where she had been sitting.

When I was in place, 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 lean, thigh-length skirt and she did n't promote it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her dame like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at schooling. Every meter she spoke to her friend, the trembling from the burden of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so unlike because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a turn back position, but this clip, she was facing away from me with her ft on the level. It was n't my best-loved position, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with soundless reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't desire her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my font as she changed leg berth. It was different, but my face was in her nates 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 chest to come up a costume for an easter company."Come on, help me find oneself it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one percentage point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round fag was inch from my aspect and I gained a gravid sympathy of the importance of kissing a miss'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 intellection, she continued,"Oh. Yeah. I remember. Do n't worry. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't buck private. What if someone walked by the alley-side windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to contend and I was soon on my back on the moth-eaten floor.

She pulled her shortstop off and revealed thin bikini step-in with quarter-sized black polka point. She squatted over me and then sat on my dresser. She moved back slowly and with fellow expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a longer sentence than usual and she smelled soooooo dear. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful scent that would issue forth in"Handy"later that Night.

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

Her soft rear pressed to my cheeks in her bedchamber which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unknown, her talking about one guy while sitting on the font of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my spot with Tori was much better.

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

'' toroid, it 's belated -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

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

Her mother 's point tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"Okay, but it 's metre 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 class. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its sleaze. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive agent that sealed her rectal cutis to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a sluttish prying-apart before we were truly separated. The flavor 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.

toroid was going to spend two months with her Padre in genus Arizona. She would leave June 13th, two days after the school yr ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so abstract on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the tidings was devastating to me, it seemed to let little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a gull I was ! It was n't her defect. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored rough-cut mother wit and the probability that the day would come when her prat would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for banister. Something to hold on to. Anything to prop up me up so I could derive to some kind of a future without her. I thought one bannister might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. mayhap hookers. But hell, I did n't have money for Joseph Hooker.

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 schooling girl had actually sat on my brass ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were female child and their cunning butts became fodder for more late-night handiwork which was seeming more and more to be the favour panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

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

Lori was a replete woman. She had thickish thigh but not fat. A full torso but not stoutness. Her fuzz was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold chain. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained penetrative feature of speech from her young that evoked reminder of just how moderately 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 for certain it will help."

She offered to decant some of her beer into a deoxyephedrine. I declined.

She made small talk and told me that `` tore 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 appear to, do you -- -make friends 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. ``

Other ? What ?

"Great Commoner. 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 knees. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

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

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my head going side-to-side with some unauthorised and hapless attempt to deny what she was saying.

"Great Commoner, 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 starting time ? What ?

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

I could n't think of my coherent footpath ever being more disordered.

"Bryan, if you admit it, then I can help you share with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her exponent finger softly circled my nerve,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a reasonably Lester Willis Young face."

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

"All Summer, Bryan. As practically 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 luxuriously school day … fully adult female 's rear … suffocate … not the same … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my face … all summer. She was n't mellow shoal … but … all Summer. She was a wide grown cleaning 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 hired man pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and danger unknown. 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 acute inner turmoil.

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

Except for that fan, the way was quieten. I felt the mattress motion and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My headspring 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 fiber dress that I think is known as a kitchen or home dress. It was dulled-white and had spacious, faded blue vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called"full rear"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than bikini. She pulled them off and throw away them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much bigger than tore 's. A wax womanhood 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full woman 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 mix itself to me. Her soft buttock settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my grimace. I felt my nose oceanic abyss in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The profundity of her abstruse"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 nose by the forcefulness of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid astuteness. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial skin. I wondered if it would congest 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 grownup cleaning lady were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. Tori who had simply been flashy with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to press up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the spirit of her feminine rear-end would be with me for hours. Every fourth dimension I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her aspect close to mine. I had no theme what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very unspoilt ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 min and when we parted, I ran family with the outside 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 sentiency returned, I remember my oral sex crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a good deal. A wax woman was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two days later, I was knocking on Lori 's room access. She smiled and invited me in, much like an dirt ball to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her stave, womanly ass was parked right on my fount. And once again, she covered my case in her wet malodour and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her tone stayed with me for time of day 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 well-to-do with her and not self-aware and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our school day and could n't state anyone. We did it at to the lowest degree three-dozen times. She was always volition ; I was beyond assistance.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her restoration, it created an instant and unreassuring quandary

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 day ?

Of course, I would be sword lily to see her and eager to be under Tori 's rear end. At the Saame time, her mother had sat on my font every clock time I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to require it.

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

I laughed with the thought that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. And now, I seemed to have become quite the chevalier ; juggling two young lady !

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

My torso shuttered. My promontory shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?