This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for twelvemonth. Sometimes, the thing we want most come with problem we never imagined. This is not a sex or incursion story 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 girls to border on them and the mentation 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 pond for that variety of girl seemed predictably diminished while the pool for face-slappers much magnanimous.

Girls were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to return to my knee joint and idolise them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely idolize them.

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a house adjacent to Tori and I began to see her in her home surroundings. She seemed more … pattern 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 contact for fear she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rampant butt joint lust.

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

There were never void in her pissed jeans or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping magnificence. I mean, I might not ingest been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or white tie on that coin in her nates pocket.

I must tell you about the time she was laying on her pot on her bed, popping ripple gum, with an unresolved book on her pillow. She was wearing a very slender and short denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's scanty was always some sort of Major triumph to me, but this sentence I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the lift of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the aura of just how round and scrumptious that cute piddling 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 guy wire like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The rightful place for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my nose as the centrepiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but former buttfaces understand. We know that the penny-pinching equal we could go for for is that our faces would be considered, not be, but at to the lowest degree good enough to be pressed into their bout tail end.

Early on, Tori wanted to get laid Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a girl ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No musical theme. ) Why did I stare at young woman'fag ? ( Because -- - hold -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, young woman know. You may not reckon we 're paying tending but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth catamenia 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 ? hold. Maybe I can guess. Like sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guy rope 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 index finger pressed to her lips."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to snog Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those words made my knees light. She was right, but she was faulty. Yes, I did require to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss Tori 's, or dear yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's all right Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their asses kissed. footling unearthly. But, you might ingest better luck going for something more rough-cut, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her Son echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your expression '' ... `` sit on your aspect ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four password … If I had died right there on the dapple, my life would have seemed complete.

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

head cells ricocheted in my point 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 speckles of her sleeping accommodation cap. She was wearing a lightlessness skirt cut a few inch above the knee. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

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

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

The thought was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and into my oculus. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties voiced cotton plant, diffuse yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her book binding was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder leaf blade. Her lowly back concaved to her spreading hip joint.

Although beautiful, the wad evoked senses of peril. Her weight was great than my face and could pin me without recourse. The proportion of her hip joint and bottom were much big than my nerve.

Plus, one had to remember : This was her foul-smelling part and it was about to be matched to my case. The tycoon girls held, if fully released, could waste a person. Yet, those very concern compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more than that upside-down `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed miss'shag were to get someone 's nose.

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 thing here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'rear end. Now that some time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

okey, so that was Weird but it excited me. It smelled alien and musty and aery yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of gratifying perfume. It was crude yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her voiced pantie began pressing against my expression and her rump `` 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 finger the pack of her well-nigh private stead pressed to the tip of my lucky nose.

I could n't conceive it. A gamey school missy was actually sitting on my side ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my lastingness evaporate like gossamer ghostwriter through a solid wall.

She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became torus 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite blurriness 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 thin panties.

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

I wish I had tidings to adequately express how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room boot to my heated facial expression. I felt dizzy, not from her system of weights but from diaphanous fleshly overload. A high shoal female child had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come reliable !

I have no musical theme how I walked dwelling but I loved that tore 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never launder my side again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my anterior naris and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that night and often handwork to be done.

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

Those fears yielded with her well-disposed"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 response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a senior high school Shangri-la, that moment time when she again sat on my look.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my font was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my full macrocosm. Yet for her, it just seemed like cypher more than a free-and-easy and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed resistant to change.

I remember a night in late April when it was raining remote and she had invited me over after shoal. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her prison cell sound. She put her finger before her lips to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender rightfulness leg over her left knee joint while her toes dangled a Brown University 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 protest because I did n't feature that right. well, alright yes, because I also did n't have got the spinal column.

She seemed to sense 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 head at the edge, right where she had been sitting.

When I was in piazza, 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 unbalanced. She had targeted herself to my intrude and had never once even looked. How in the hell do girlfriend do that ?

She was wearing a slim down, thigh-length skirt and she did n't push it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every metre she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the core of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a rearward position, but this meter, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It was n't my ducky lieu, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able-bodied to respire without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with dumb reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an casual drum roll of her butt over my look as she changed leg positions. It was unlike, but my font was in her tush and I was exceedingly thankful.

Another memorable meter 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 Tori was rummaging through old chest of drawers to find a costume for an Easter party."Come on, help me line up it !"she ordered.

I was on my stifle and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one spot, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round tail end was in from my face and I gained a greater understanding of the grandness of kissing a young woman'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 idea, 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 mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to fence and I was soon on my back on the dusty flooring.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed thinly bikini panties with quarter-sized fatal polka dose. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with comrade expertise, toroid Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE tore Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than common and she smelled soooooo just. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would come in"W. C. Handy"later that dark.

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

Her soft bum pressed to my nerve in her sleeping accommodation which was nearly dark. She talked on her electric cell to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my property with her to that former guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with tore was much better.

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

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

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

Her mother 's head tilted. So did my face. She said,"O.K., but it 's clip 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.

Tori sat on my face another two-dozen multiplication before the end of the school yr. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panty, and sometimes raw. Mmmmmm.

The foremost time her bare butt met my face, I became cognisant of its tackiness. 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 picayune warm -- -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 beginner in AZ. She would pull up stakes June 13th, two daytime after the school year ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt furious that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have little encroachment 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 vulgar sentiency and the probability 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 moderate on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a futurity without her. I thought one balusters might be Angela, but I could never go about a female child like her. perhaps Fighting Joe Hooker. But hell, I did n't take in money for street girl.

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 high school girl had actually sat on my face ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled toroid Rollins'posterior !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping center and that helped. There were miss and their cute behind became fodder for more late-night handicraft which was seeming Sir Thomas More and more to be the best-loved catholicon for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighborhood convenience store, I heard a voice. It was tore 's mother standing with the concealment doorway outdoors and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a entire woman. She had thickish second joint but not fat. A full torso but not fleshy. Her hair was very ticket, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her typeface was squarish and while it was clearly that of a womanhood in her 40's, it retained acute feature article from her youth that evoked reminders of just how passably she had once been.

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

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

She made small talking and told me that `` toroid has friends in Mesa. Making champion has always been soft 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 look 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. ``

early ? What ?

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

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

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was stuffy enough for me to smell out beer on her hint.

"The scanty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"Panty line of business, Bryan."Her middle studied mine."On your face."

I felt my caput going side-to-side with some unauthorized and hapless attempt to refuse 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 starting time ? What ?

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

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

"Bryan, if you admit it, then I can help you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her index finger softly circled my cheek,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a middling Thomas 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 often 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 schooling … broad cleaning woman 's arse … suffocate … not the same … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my face … all Summer. She was n't gamy schooltime … 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 circulate my cheek."Come on ..."

She stood and her paw pulled mine and like a creature with a wooden psyche, I followed to the threshold of her bedchamber and jeopardy nameless. Within proceedings, I was on my backbone in a drape-drawn dim elbow room. Her ceiling was different from toroid '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 vivid inner turmoil.

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

Except for that fan, the room was tranquillize. I felt the mattress relocation and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My head screamed to run like hellhole but my consistence lay deaf.

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

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton clothes that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had across-the-board, faded blue vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called"full backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than bikini. She pulled them off and discard them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so practically grown than torus 's. A full woman 's ass. right wing there, bare and spreading right before my side. 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 lustfulness and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my typeface. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her lenient cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my boldness. I felt my nose mysterious in the very plaza and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her deep"canyon"-- -where my nozzle was -- -that very center of her chthonian cosmos -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into location on my nozzle by the military force of soberness and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy strait and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial skin. 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 adult woman were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so dissimilar. Tori who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly reason it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to press up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the flavour of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hour. Every time I breathed, I would smell out Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her typeface finale 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 more than 45 minute of arc and when we parted, I ran home with the away 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 common sense returned, I remember my head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full woman was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two days later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an dirt ball to a spider 's web. And, two proceedings later, her round of drinks, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my aspect 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 bottom. I felt well-heeled with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our schoolhouse and could n't severalise anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always willing ; 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 get word that ?"

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

Of course, I would be gladiola to see her and bore to be under torus 's butt. At the Saami meter, her mother had sat on my boldness every clip I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was cruddy but … well … I had come to want it.

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

I laughed with the theme that I had suddenly become some sort of a"big player"; 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 estimate what I had gotten myself into.

My body shuttered. My question shook.

What in the Scheol was I going to do ?