This is a fib about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for geezerhood. Sometimes, the things we want most come with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration 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 female child to draw near them and the thought of asking one out sent shudder through me. Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my face in her ass ? The dating pool for that kind of daughter seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers a great deal larger.

young lady were the likes of goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and cryptical and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My apprehensiveness eased somewhat after we moved to a house succeeding to torus and I began to see her in her base environment. She seemed more … normal than the socialite I saw in schoolhouse.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fence but I was unable to wee eye tangency for veneration she would see my inadequacy, insecurities, and rampant behind lecherousness.

Eventually, I was able to converse a picayune but only because she did almost of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became pal because we did n't. I understood that I was just a fill-in when she had vacuum in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her tight dungaree or short circuit however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in schoolhouse, but I sure as snake pit could tell if it was heads or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must narrate you about the time she was laying on her breadbasket on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open Holy Scripture on her pillow. She was wearing a very reduce and suddenly denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's panties was always some kind of major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her bird 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 footling ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girl were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys 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 eminence.

It is n't for everyone, but early buttfaces understand. We know that the closest mate we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not equal, but at least well enough to be pressed into their round of golf backside.

Early on, Tori wanted to know More about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( give-up the ghost a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girls'butt joint ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

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

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? delay. Maybe I can guess. Like sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guys like, they either want to kiss it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal sex, then ..."Her index finger's breadth pressed to her lips."You want to osculate it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to snog Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't resolve because just hearing a girl say those words made my knees washy. She was mightily, but she was wrong. Yes, I did want to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss torus 's, or serious yet, have tore sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Bryan. I wo n't state. There 's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their hindquarters kissed. Little weird. But, you might induce secure fate going for something more mutual, like ask her to sit on your nerve. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your grimace '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your look ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those word to me ! Listen, I do n't consider you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the spot, my animation would experience seemed complete.

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

Brain cells 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 shopping center of her bed.

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

'' Listen Bryan, this does n't mean we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you considerably 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 shoulder and into my eye. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties voiced cotton, balmy yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her book binding was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her articulatio humeri brand. Her scummy back concaved to her spreading hip joint.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked sentiency of peril. Her weight was greater than my face and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and merchantman were much bad than my face.

addition, one had to remember : This was her fetid theatrical role and it was about to be matched to my face. The power lady friend held, if fully released, could devastate a person. Yet, those very fright compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

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

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't make love why, but … without thinking, my nostrils flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds degenerate, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'fanny. Now that some time has passed, I am lofty to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'ass ! Mmmmm.

okay, so that was Weird but it excited me. It smelled estrange and moldy and supernal yet it also seemed tinged with some form of sweet perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might bear been clog up if not so intoxicating.

She continued to frown herself and her cushy panties began pressing against my look 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 ring of her well-nigh private stead pressed to the tip of my lucky nuzzle.

I could n't believe it. A luxuriously school miss was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like cobweb ghost through a solid wall.

She was abstemious in weighting yet she occupied me entirely. The macrocosm became toroid 's ass. null else existed. All I could see and feel was the recherche womanishness of toroid Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my brass and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy thinly 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 bottom. I felt the estrus 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 words to adequately carry how a lot I loved it and how much 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 fire up human face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer fleshly overburden. A gamey school girl had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no mind how I walked rest home but I loved that Tori 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash off my face again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostrils and the tactile property of her ass on my side still so vivid. There were many fantasies that Night and much handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be voiceless to see torus again, I mean, my cheek had been in her butt. Had I become too foreign now ? Maybe just a cockeyed buttface ?

Those concern yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a dyad of days later and a whispered head,"Do you want me to sit on your nerve again ?"

I could n't rally a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a miserable lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast behind wriggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so bore to lay down. Again it was a high heaven, that 2d time when she again sat on my aspect.

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

I remember a night in late April when it was raining external and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her sleeping room, she was on her cellphone telephone set. She put her finger before her rim to still me while she sat on her bed with her slender right leg over her left knee while her toes dangled a dark-brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some clock 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 get that right. fountainhead, all right yes, because I also did n't sustain the thorn.

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 mind at the sharpness, right where she had been sitting.

When I was in place, I saw her from an upside-down point-of-view. She didn't looking at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my side. It was nutcase. 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 tug it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her wench like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her protagonist, the vibrations from the essence of her torso resonated through my skull.

It was so unlike because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a reverse perspective, but this clip, she was facing away from me with her foot on the floor. It was n't my preferred situation, but it left my sass uncovered and I was capable to take a breath without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with mute reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't require her to stop. She seemed neglectful although there was an episodic roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg positions. It was unlike, but my expression was in her butt and I was exceedingly thankful.

Another memorable clip 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 thorax to find a costume for an easterly party."ejaculate on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my stifle and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round of drinks butt was inches from my face and I gained a greater understanding of the grandness of kissing a girls'tooshie. I did n't kiss, but at to the lowest degree 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 concern. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't buck private. What if person walked by the alley-side windowpane ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface crybaby to argue and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed slight two-piece panties with quarter-sized black polka dots. 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 Tori Rollins !

She sat for a thirster time than common and she smelled soooooo beneficial. After a whole butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would come in"handy"later that Nox.

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

Her cushy keister pressed to my cheeks in her bedchamber which was nearly dark. She talked on her cubicle to a girlfriend. It was foreign, 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 impression that my place with Tori was much well.

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

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

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

Her female parent 's head tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"okeh, but it 's time for him to leave. ``

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

Tori sat on my facial expression another two-dozen fourth dimension before the end of the school class. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in scanty, and sometimes stark naked. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare cigarette met my face, I became cognizant of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some variety of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal cutis to that of my brass. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a luminosity prying-apart before we were truly separated. The tone of her bare ass was a little stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to spend two calendar month with her father in Arizona. She would go forth June 13th, two days after the school year ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt wild that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have minuscule impact on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so lost in her ass that I had ignored common sensory faculty and the probability that the day would come when her butt would n't be in my case. 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 me up so I could total to some kind of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. Maybe hookers. But Scheol, I did n't have money for Hooker.

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

1. A high up school girlfriend had actually sat on my face ! No one could lease that away !
2. I had smelled toroid Rollins'butt end !

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

A hebdomad later as I was returning from the neighbourhood convenience stock, I heard a vocalization. It was Tori 's female parent standing with the projection screen room access open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full body but not overweight. Her tomentum was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her look was squarish and while it was clearly that of a cleaning lady in her 40's, it retained discriminating features from her young that evoked reminders of just how pretty she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the cigaret. `` I know you miss Tori. Why do n't you make out in. We can spill the beans about. I'm for sure it will help."

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

She made pocket-size public lecture and told me that `` Tori has friends in mesa. Making champion has always been easygoing 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 look 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 former. ``

Other ? What ?

"Boy Orator of the Platte. I 'm not stupid. I know about ‘ the early ’."

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 out beer on her breather.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my head going side-to-side with some unauthorized and pathetic 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 initiatory ? 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 mother ; like daughter."

I could n't retrieve my logical pathway 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 sober ? Did she … but, she was a full char … 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 reasons … she was n't high up school … to the full woman 's rear … suffocate … not the like … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my facial expression … all Summer. She was n't highschool school … but … all Summer. She was a to the 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 face."ejaculate on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a marionette with a wooden point, I followed to the threshold of her bedchamber and hazard unknown. Within transactions, I was on my back in a drape-drawn dim way. Her ceiling was dissimilar from tore 's and it had a slow-whirring ceiling fan which I began wishing was an aeroplane propeller so it could chop me up and put an end to my intense inner turmoil.

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

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

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

She was wearing a slight, wrinkled, cotton fiber dress that I think is known as a kitchen or home garb. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded dark vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panty that I believe are called"wide back"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than Bikini. She pulled them off and chuck out them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much big than Tori 's. A full-of-the-moon woman 's ass. right hand there, bare and spreading right before my face. A entire fair sex with a wide rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly condescend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lust and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my expression. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her diffuse brass settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my human face. I felt my wind deep in the very center and. ..

tinker's dam !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

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

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the military group 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 nervus facialis skin. I wondered if it would clot my stomate. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school got that way -- -because fully adult women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

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

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

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

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran place 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 headway crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a good deal. A total woman was just too … too … womanly ; too muscular ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two days later, I was knocking on Lori 's doorway. She smiled and invited me in, much like an louse to a spider 's web. And, two minutes later, her round, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my grimace in her wet reek and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her smell stayed with me for hr and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated various times.

I spent the Summer constantly under her womanly arse. I felt comfortable with her and not self-aware and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our shoal and could n't recount anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always bequeath ; I was beyond help.

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

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

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to take ? Would Tori encounter out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring unsufferable derision at schooltime ?

Of course, I would be happy to see her and eager to be under Tori 's seat. At the Same prison term, her mother had sat on my face every time I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was foul but … well … I had come to desire it.

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

I laughed with the theme that I had suddenly become some sort of a"big role player"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible acquaintance. And now, I seemed to sustain become quite the Cavalier ; juggling two girls !

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

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the pit was I going to do ?