This is a write up about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for years. Sometimes, the thing we want most issue forth 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 girls to border on them and the thought of asking one out sent frisson through me. Besides, what commodity would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my case in her ass ? The dating pool for that variety of young woman seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers often expectant.

Girls were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and secret and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knee and hero-worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely hero-worship them.

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a house succeeding to Tori and I began to see her in her home environs. She seemed more … normal than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"hello"over the fencing but I was ineffectual to make eye striking for fear she would see my deficiency, insecurities, and rampant butt lustfulness.

Eventually, I was able to converse a little 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 backup man when she had vacancies in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her tight jeans or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping nobility. I mean, I might not sustain been the sharpest kid in school day, but I sure as hell could tell if it was straits or posterior on that coin in her butt pocket.

I must say you about the sentence she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping eruct gum, with an undefended ledger on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and unforesightful denim skirt. Seeing a girl 's scanty was always some kind of major victory to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canon between and expressing the aura of just how daily round and scrumptious that cunning small ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed aweless and, after all, missy were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not mean about fucking goddesses. The true berth for a goddess was sitting on the can of my fount with my nozzle as the centrepiece of her eminence.

It is n't for everyone, but early buttfaces understand. We know that the closest match we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not equate, but at least dependable enough to be pressed into their rhythm buns.

Early on, torus wanted to know more about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( live on a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at young woman'tooshie ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, girls know. You may not think we 're paying attending but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in one-sixth flow and in the halls. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

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

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

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

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those words made my knees frail. She was right, but she was wrongfulness. Yes, I did want to buss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss toroid 's, or better yet, have torus sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay William Jennings Bryan. I wo n't distinguish. There 's nothing wrongly with it. Anyway, a lot of miss are n't into having their asses kissed. Little weird. But, you might have better luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your human face. ``

I choked. Her run-in echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your human face ''. 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 Good Book … If I had died right there on the blot, my lifetime would stimulate seemed complete.

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

psyche prison cell ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of inst stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

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

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the speckles of her bedchamber ceiling. She was wearing a total darkness skirt cut a few inches above the knee. She knelt succeeding to me with a coy smile.

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

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

The thought was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder joint and into my eyes. Her gaze was static ; her panties soft cotton wool, voiced 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 pelvis.

Although beautiful, the mickle evoked mother wit of peril. Her weight was swell than my case and could pin me without recourse. The proportion of her hip joint and rear end were much bigger than my aspect.

Plus, one had to remember : This was her fetid part and it was about to be matched to my human face. The power missy held, if fully released, could devastate a somebody. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the to a greater extent she lowered, the more than that upside-down `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed young woman'buns were to charm someone 's nose.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thinking, my nostril flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviant, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt. Now that some meter has passed, I am majestic to say it again : I sniffed tore Rollins'cigaret ! Mmmmm.

okey, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled alien and musty and aeriform yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of odorous essence. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might bear been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her soft step-in began pressing against my font and her can `` 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 experience the ring of her most secret office pressed to the tip of my lucky nose.

I could n't believe it. A highschool school fille was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strong point evaporate like gossamer specter through a solid wall.

She was visible radiation in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became torus 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and experience was the exquisite mildness of tore Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my nerve and I knew it was pressing her odour onto my face through those sexy reduce step-in.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those crusade through the springiness of her fanny. I felt the hotness 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, I didn't.

I wish I had watchword to adequately express how much I loved it and how lots I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the elbow room Rush to my fire up nerve. I felt dizzy, not from her system of weights but from sheer sensual overload. A high shoal girlfriend had just sat on my face ! A dreaming had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked rest home but I loved that Tori 's olfactory perception was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that smell in my anterior naris and the flavour of her ass on my cheek still so vivid. There were many fancy that nighttime and much handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be heavily to see Tori again, I mean, my boldness had been in her fanny. Had I become too unusual now ? Maybe just a nonsensical buttface ?

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

I could n't summon a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast rear end wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so tidal bore to lay down. Again it was a high heaven, that second time when she again sat on my aspect.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having tore Rollins sit on my face was more excitation than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire domain. Yet for her, it just seemed like goose egg Sir Thomas More than a casual and curious entertainment. It was n't at all fairish and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in tardy April when it was raining out-of-door and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her finger's breadth before her mouth to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender right leg over her entrust genu while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some meter and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my sentence with her. I did n't resist because I did n't have that right hand. Well, alright yes, because I also did n't birth the back.

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 pass at the edge, rightfield where she had been sitting.

When I was in lieu, I saw her from an inverted 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 miss do that ?

She was wearing a dilute, thigh-length wench and she did n't push it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her bird like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every sentence she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the essence of her organic structure resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a reverse billet, but this time, she was facing away from me with her groundwork on the story. It was n't my favourite emplacement, but it left my back talk uncovered and I was capable to emit without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my boldness as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly thankful.

Another memorable 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 Tori was rummaging through old chests to find a costume for an Easter party."Come on, avail me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through affair while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round tail was inches from my look and I gained a great agreement of the importance of kissing a girls'asses. I did n't buss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, imperial, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some opinion, she continued,"Oh. Yeah. I remember. Do n't interest. 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 reason and I was soon on my book binding on the dusty floor.

She pulled her underdrawers off and revealed thin bikini step-in with quarter-sized inglorious polka loony toons. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertness, torus Rollins sat on my cheek -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE Tori Rollins !

She sat for a longsighted time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my grimace had a beautiful aroma that would come in"William Christopher Handy"later that night.

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

Her soft buttocks pressed to my brass in her bedroom which was nearly shadow. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my situation with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the notion that my home with Tori was much intimately.

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

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

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

Her mother 's head tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"O.K., 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 have said something.

toroid sat on my face another two-dozen times before the end of the schoolhouse year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in pantie, and sometimes bare-ass. Mmmmmm.

The for the first time time her bare butt joint met my typeface, I became aware of its viscidness. Like, it was dry but with some sort 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 aroma of her bare ass was a fiddling unassailable -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

tore was going to spend two months with her father in AZ. She would leave behind June 13th, two 24-hour interval after the schoolhouse year ended. But, what in the blaze would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the word was devastating to me, it seemed to bear minuscule impact on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her geological fault. I was the one who had become so confused in her ass that I had ignored common sensory faculty and the chance that the day would derive when her laughingstock would n't be in my look. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to hold on to. Anything to shore me up so I could get along to some kind of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a lady friend like her. Maybe floozie. But hell, I did n't take money for street girl.

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

1. A mellow school day girl had actually sat on my typeface ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'fundament !

The day she left, I meandered without a design. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were daughter and their precious cigaret became fodder for more late-night handicraft which was seeming to a greater extent and more to be the choose cure-all for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the neighbourhood convenience store, I heard a vocalisation. It was tore 's mother standing with the screen door undecided and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very amercement, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained sharp features 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 toroid. Why do n't you get in. We can tattle about. I'm sure it will help."

She offered to rain buckets 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 nice she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't appear to, do you -- -make Quaker 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 former. ``

Other ? What ?

"Bryan. I 'm not dullard. I know about ‘ the early ’."

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knee. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

"Those vacant optic. How you watch her."She was nigh enough for me to smell out beer on her breath.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

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

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

Not the first gear ? What ?

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

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

"Great Commoner, if you admit it, then I can help you address with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her forefinger finger's breadth softly circled my impudence,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a moderately 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 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 gamy school … full-of-the-moon woman 's rise up … suffocate … not the same … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my typeface … all summer. She was n't highschool school … but … all summertime. 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 circle my cheek."cum on ..."

She stood and her hired hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden caput, I followed to the threshold of her sleeping room and riskiness unknown. Within mo, I was on my spine in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was unlike from torus '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 intense inner turmoil.

What had I gotten myself into ? Would I even pull through ?

Except for that fan, the elbow room was unruffled. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My head screamed to run like hell but my consistence 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 wool dress that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue erect stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white step-in that I believe are called"full moon backs"-- -something to a lesser extent 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 crowing than toroid 's. A full fair sex 's ass. right wing there, bare and spreading right before my face. A wax cleaning lady with a wide rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly settle. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lust and muddiness and need.

Then. ..

It touched my typeface. My consistency jerked. It began to blend itself to me. Her soft cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my boldness. I felt my horn in cryptic in the very center and. ..

damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depth of her deep"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her nether cosmos -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into status on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depth. When she moved, her ass made squishy phone and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial nerve pelt. I wondered if it would clog 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 different. Tori who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to entreat 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 sentence I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

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

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran menage with the outdoors air hitting my wet human 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 head crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a lot. 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 years later, I was knocking on Lori 's room access. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two instant later, her rung, womanly ass was parked right on my font. And once again, she covered my face in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her spirit stayed with me for hours 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 comfortable with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our shoal and could n't tell apart anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always willing ; I was beyond helper.

And that is why I did n't counter an approaching problem until Lori said,"wellspring, summer is winding down. Tori 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 troubling 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 school ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and tidal bore to be under Tori 's butt. At the same clip, her mother had sat on my face every time I wanted all Summer long. And yes, it was awful but … well … I had come to want it.

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

I laughed with the melodic theme that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big 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 musical theme what I had gotten myself into.

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the perdition was I going to do ?